She was his woman, being treated in front of him was undoubtedly a slap to his face. Hugo didn’t even spare him a glance, quietly speaking. "Second brother, what reason do you have for me to let her go? The people outside have already been dealt with, who can you still rely on?" Quentin’s face flushed red with embarrassment. He had spent years arranging everything, finally managing to replace everyone in the old residence with his own people. He initially thought Hugo couldn’t possibly break in, yet the truth was that Hugo entered as easily as if it were his own yard. He felt humiliated, terrified, afraid. In the past, he often sent people to create trouble for this younger brother, but Hugo never responded. He thought Hugo was afraid of him, but now he realized Hugo simply found it beneath him, too lazy to bother. All those times he jumped about, going to great lengths, were in vain. Maybe in Hugo’s eyes, his actions were no different from a clown’s antics. Upon realizing this, Quentin slowly closed his eyes; he didn’t even know how he lost. As soon as Hugo retaliated slightly, his defenses crumbled. "Dad, save me!! Save me!" Beatrice, nearly passing out, suddenly cried out, knowing only the old man could save her now. She did not want to die; Hugo had gone mad tonight! The old man remained silent. He understood his youngest son all too well; once his limits were reached, it was useless for anyone to intercede. Beatrice’s screams continued to echo; hearing that sound, Quentin felt his entire body turn cold. It was Beatrice now, soon it would be his turn. His teeth were chattering, for the first time realizing how frightening this younger brother could be. Hugo hadn’t even done anything yet, and Quentin was already scared out of his wits. For more chapters visıt 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩 Beatrice’s palms were crushed brutally, and she had passed out by this point. Beside her, Joelle was shaking in fear, hugging herself tightly as tears flowed unchecked. "Uncle, sob sob, I really knew nothing about this, please let me go, I won’t dare again." Joelle indeed knew nothing about this incident, so no one tormented her. After crying for a while, she wiped her tears without saying a word. "Second brother, take your wife and leave the country. Later, my people will deliver plane tickets to you, never come back." Hugo suddenly spoke, turning his head to look at Quentin with a small smile. To Quentin, it felt like a demon’s smile. He had worked hard for so many years, yet was easily crushed, unwilling, truly unwilling! But staying here, he might even lose his life. "As for your shares in the Quinton Group, I’ll convert them into cash and deposit it into your bank account. I believe it should be enough for the three of you to live well abroad." For Hugo, this was his greatest concession. If Quentin still tried to extort, he wouldn’t get a single penny. Quentin wanted to respond, but the old man stopped him. The old man knew Hugo better than anyone. "Leave the country, I’ll transfer some funds from my personal account to you. Second, if you continue to entangle in this mess, you’ll get nothing." Quentin instantly fell silent, giving Hugo a resentful glance. Quickly, Hugo’s people arrived, almost escorting Quentin out, along with Beatrice and Joelle, all put into the car. As for their luggage, it had long been packed. Hugo sat quietly on the sofa, though the matter was resolved, he wasn’t happy. The old man kept sighing, finally patting Hugo’s shoulder. "This is the best outcome, Hugo. I know you did this for my sake; their departure is for the best, at least they won’t stir up trouble again." Hugo stood, his expression indifferent. "I’ll go check on Eleanor." The old man said nothing more as he was helped upstairs by the butler. Meanwhile, Hugo got into his car, his head pounding heavily; he leaned against the window and fell asleep almost immediately. Lan Yancy initially wanted to ask him some questions, but seeing Hugo asleep through the rearview mirror, he refrained from speaking. The car stopped at the villa’s entrance, and Yancy swiftly got out to open the other door. "President, we’re here." Only then did Hugo wake, stepping out of the car. He headed upstairs to the bedroom, seeing Eleanor watching a drama, felt a warmth in his heart, took off his coat, and went to her side. It seemed that as long as he was by her side, all disturbances would fade away. Eleanor smiled at him, roughly guessing there had been issues at the Quinton Family, but now resolved, she chose not to ask specifics to avoid upsetting him. "What are you watching?" Hugo lay his head on her lap, the bags under his eyes evident. Eleanor looked down at him, placing her hands on his temples. "A Korean drama, very sweet." Hugo answered softly, slowly closing his eyes. Eleanor’s fingers gently massaged his temples; seeing him asleep, a hint of heartache flashed in her eyes, estimating he was thoroughly exhausted. Hugo thought he might wake soon, but he slept unusually long, not waking until the next afternoon. Upon waking, Eleanor was next to him watching TV, afraid to disturb him, she wore headphones. Hugo rarely indulged in laziness, reaching out to wrap his arm around her waist, inhaling her scent with forlornness. "You’ve slept a long time, eat something, careful not to develop a stomach issue." With her words, Hugo felt a twinge in his stomach and covered it with his hand, his face pale. Eleanor quickly got out of bed, retrieved some stomach medicine, and brought a glass of warm water. Hugo accepted, but after taking the medicine, still had no appetite for the meal. Eleanor brought a bowl of porridge, insisting he finish it. Looking at her stern expression, Hugo cupped her chin and delivered a fiery kiss. "Your fierce looks are surprisingly cute." Eleanor’s face turned deep red, shoving a spoonful of porridge into his mouth. "Men only know how to sweet talk!" Hugo raised his hand solemnly. "I swear, what I said is true." Eleanor smiled, feeding him the entire bowl of porridge. Only then did Hugo’s stomach begin to feel better; today he wasn’t planning to get out of bed, moving further inside after eating. "Come sleep with me; you can’t go out with your injury. Let’s rest well at home." Eleanor nodded; just as she climbed back into bed, Marcus’ voice came from outside, followed by the door opening. "Dad, Mom, are you feeling better?"