Marcus carefully placed the grapes he peeled himself onto the plate, along with a variety of other fruits, all peeled nicely. "You guys should eat this, I peeled them myself." Marcus placed the plate in front of them. Hugo Quinn and Eleanor Hollis were a bit taken aback. Once they realized, their faces lit up with smiles, this child must have been very worried about them. Neither of them had left him a word this time, disappearing for so many days, the child must have felt wronged. "Marcus, we’re fine. We’ll be all right after resting for a few days." Eleanor said as she rubbed his head, and Marcus’ eyes instantly reddened. "How could you be fine? I’ve been waiting for you at home for so many days. I even thought you eloped and didn’t want me anymore. I was scared to death." The child’s tears fell, big and heavy. Eleanor instantaneously gave Hugo a fierce look – when this man went to find her, why didn’t he tell Marcus at all? Hugo rubbed his forehead; he truly forgot, as he was too anxious at the time. After finding Eleanor, she then needed emergency care, and once that was finished, she was admitted to the ICU. He simply couldn’t spare the attention to think about anything else. Seeing Marcus’s aggrieved face now, he felt he might have gone a bit too far. "Why would we leave you to elope? You are our son. No matter where we go, we will take you with us. This time your mommy was kidnapped by bad guys, I was in a hurry to save her and forgot to tell you. Marcus, it was papa’s mistake. Wipe your tears away." Marcus had always lacked maternal love, inherently insecure in this regard. This time he was truly frightened. But seeing the caring eyes of his parents, he still raised his hand to wipe his tears. "I understand, Daddy, Mommy, you rest well. I will be obedient." Eleanor picked up the fork and ate a piece of fruit, her eyes narrowing in satisfaction. "So sweet, these particular fruits are exactly my favorites." Seeing that she liked them so much, Marcus’s face instantly broke into a smile. "Really? Mommy, then eat some more, there are more underneath." Seeing Marcus so happy, Hugo too picked up a fork, took a bite, and the corners of his mouth turned up. They were indeed tasty. Seeing them both enjoying it so much, Marcus’s previously gloomed mood finally lifted, and he hummed a little tune as he went downstairs. Eleanor finished the fruit on the plate and set the plate aside. When she turned her head, she noticed Hugo’s plate was also empty. This man usually didn’t eat much fruit; the fruits at home were generally eaten by her and Marcus. Now, considering the child’s feelings, he actually finished it all. "Now that we’re done eating, rest well." She took the plate, set it on top of hers, then lay down. Hugo embraced her, his eyes shimmering. Soon enough, Eleanor heard light breathing from beside her, turned her head and saw that he had fallen asleep again because of the medication, with sweat beading at his nose. She reached out with her fingertip to wipe it away, but her hand was grabbed by him. Her heart softened, and she snuggled into his embrace. The Quinton Group was returned to the old man because Quentin Quinn had already gone abroad, so he handed the company to the third brother. The third brother, although ambitious, had completely given up after causing Hugo a few troubles initially. Working diligently at the Quinton Group for so many years, he truly had the qualifications to be the CEO there. However, the shares that belonged to Hugo could not be lessened by a single point. After the internal turmoil in The Quinn Group was dealt with, everyone enjoyed a few days of peace. The injuries on Eleanor Hollis were also improving day by day, but a person arrived at the villa – it was Rachel Lynch. Eleanor had no idea how to communicate with her and could only sit silently . And Rachel seemed to lose her voice as well, quietly watching this daughter before finally sighing. "Eleanor, I know it’s impossible for you to forgive me. I have no other wish now, just hoping you live well is enough." Eleanor didn’t speak, keeping her head down. Rachel’s face flashed with a hint of disappointment, and she quietly clenched her palms. "Do you know why I can’t forgive you?" Suddenly Eleanor raised her head to look at her, gaze firm. Rachel pressed her lips together. Of course, she knew, as a mother, she hadn’t been responsible for her daughter all these years and instead married another man. "Back then, when you knew Nicholas Hollis betrayed you, you never thought about your daughter’s future life at all, let alone the grandmother who raised you. All these years, you never contacted us even once. In your heart, men obviously held a higher place than me and grandma. You keep saying you’re sorry to us, but in truth, you don’t regret your choice back then. If time were to rewind, you would still choose to marry your current man. Nicholas wronged you, so you felt the whole world wronged you." Rachel’s hand tightened even more, as her daughter’s words pierced through her every thought. She indeed felt guilty to this person, but if given another chance, she would still make the same choice. Perhaps that’s just human nature. "You and Nicholas are both selfish people. No wonder you two got married back then. I’ve spoken to this extent, you should understand my stance. Now, leave." Rachel’s face turned pale, standing up slowly, biting her lips hard. "Eleanor, I’m sorry." Googlᴇ search 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲·𝗻𝗲𝘁 Eleanor turned her face away; she had heard this phrase too many times, and by now, she was numb. Rachel felt an acute pain in her heart, and she finally stood up slowly, leaving the villa. Eleanor blinked her eyes, then held the tea on the table, taking a sip, which tasted somewhat bitter. Rachel left, and after getting into the car, her face was still ghostly pale. She said slowly, her whole body was exhausted. The man beside her hurriedly embraced her, his voice tender. "You shouldn’t have come. Eleanor still won’t forgive you?" Rachel nodded, tears instantly falling. Eleanor wouldn’t forgive her, and even she couldn’t forgive herself. That child saw everything so clearly, leaving no room for any turning back. "It’s okay, try talking to her properly later. She might not want to see you for a while." Rachel nodded, though she didn’t see any loathing in her daughter’s eyes, yet the indifference was more unbearable than hatred, as if she was just an unimportant stranger. "Stop dwelling on it. Think first about how to deal with your dear sister. She probably doesn’t even know you’ve returned." The man held her with a look of fondness. Rachel, however, didn’t listen to any of it, as she was still thinking about Eleanor’s words: in her heart, men always seemed more important. When she learned that Nicholas abandoned her, she in turn abandoned her daughter and mother. Her actions were clearly even more despicable than Nicholas’s. She truly was a selfish person to the extreme.