"It’s good that you’ve come to terms with it. Don’t worry, when you return in a few years, everyone will have long forgotten about that incident. You’ll still be my most cherished granddaughter." Old Master Ford said, coughing all the while. This matter has taken a severe toll on his health. Claire Shaw, however, felt no remorse and instead kept blaming him for not seeking justice for her. If Old Master Ford had intervened, she wouldn’t have suffered so much, but now she couldn’t voice her true feelings. Her going abroad was entirely out of fear, in such a hurry that she didn’t leave any parting words. When Eleanor Hollis heard the news, she was surprised and glanced at Hugo Quinn. It seemed his methods were far more effective than Evan Yancy’s. Evan merely cast a shadow over Claire, but Hugo’s intervention actually chased her off abroad. "You’re really amazing." She hugged his neck and said, eyes full of admiration. Hugo Quinn gently bent the corner of his mouth and rubbed her head, clearly in a good mood. "Just standard procedure." Eleanor Hollis snorted coldly, reached out and pinched his face. "Mr. Quinn is so good, I don’t know how to repay you." "How about promising yourself to me?" As Hugo Quinn said this, his eyes flashed with heat, scanning Eleanor Hollis’s body as if patrolling his territory. Eleanor Hollis blushed at his gaze. Strange indeed, despite being intimate more than once or twice, every time he looked at her , she still felt shy. Hugo Quinn suddenly said, eyes closed, rubbing his hand gently on her face before letting go. Such things shouldn’t happen too frequently; they aren’t good for her health. Eleanor Hollis knew he was restraining himself, her heart softened, and she nestled into his embrace. "I’m glad you know; it’s broad daylight now, we should focus more on serious matters." Isn’t this serious enough? Hugo Quinn muttered in his heart. Today, he didn’t go to the company. He feared last night’s events might have frightened Eleanor Hollis, so he stayed to keep her company. The two of them spent the entire morning watching movies in the living room. In the afternoon, Marcus Quinn eagerly returned, joyfully circling Eleanor Hollis and Hugo Quinn. "Dad, Mommy, there’s an art performance at school tomorrow, and I’m going to perform! Will you come to watch?" Even as he inquired, his eyes sparkled with stars, his face showing his deep yearning. Eleanor Hollis and Hugo Quinn exchanged a glance, both surprised that Marcus had a performance. They suddenly felt very excited. Hugo Quinn reached out to gently ruffle Marcus’s hair, "Of course we’ll be there to cheer on my precious son." Marcus quickly stepped aside to make a phone call, full of mystery and pride. Before dinner, Marcus kept himself locked in his room. Not sure what he was preparing; he just ate a few bites of his meal. Eleanor Hollis stood outside his room, hearing music from within, hesitated before knocking. The child was likely rehearsing for tomorrow’s show; it was best not to disturb him. Marcus was indeed preparing his performance inside, his first time on stage, and with Dad and Mommy actually attending, he had to perform well! The music from the neighboring room played until eleven o’clock. Hugo Quinn came out of his study and knocked on the door. "Marcus, don’t rehearse too late. Rest early, or you’ll be tired tomorrow." Marcus answered, quickly turned off the lights in the room, and happily fell asleep. Throughout the night, Hugo Quinn and Eleanor Hollis felt as though cats were scratching at their hearts, eager to know what Marcus’s performance would be. The two of them accompanied Marcus to school. The school was bustling today, parents everywhere supporting their children. If they hadn’t come today, Marcus would likely have been quite upset. The homeroom teacher called from nearby, finally noticing Hugo Quinn and Eleanor Hollis, hastily greeting them politely. "Mr. Quinn, Miss Hollis, I need to take Marcus to change clothes." Hugo Quinn and Eleanor Hollis nodded and found seats for parents in the performance hall, eagerly watching the stage. "Hey, how did your kid rank in the midterm exam? Mine just wants to play all day, doesn’t listen to anyone, it’s driving me crazy." "Second place. They’re still young; I’m not too concerned about grades. I hope she develops in all areas: morals, intelligence, physical education, aesthetics, and labor." The surrounding parents began to chat, all about their children’s matters, but Hugo Quinn and Eleanor Hollis had no one actively engaging them. The parents aren’t blind, always feeling that this couple has a different vibe. Quickly, the art performance began. Hugo Quinn relaxed back slightly, watching leisurely. When it was Marcus’s turn, Hugo Quinn and Eleanor Hollis widened their eyes. Turns out Marcus was performing a play, acting as the Little Prince from a fairy tale. He was dressed in a prince’s costume, preparing to slay an evil dragon to rescue the princess. Eleanor Hollis touched her chin below, admitting Marcus’s acting was genuinely good. Seems like he’s put a lot of effort offstage. The Prince finally slayed the dragon, united with the princess. They embraced, and the red curtain gradually descended from both sides, below was a burst of applause. "Whose child is that? So handsome, really great temperament." "Yeah, and such fair skin." The surrounding parents began discussing Marcus, and Hugo Quinn as the parent felt immense pride. My boy’s just growing up; when he’s older, he’ll surely be a handful. Eleanor Hollis chuckled, seeing Hugo Quinn’s expression, found it amusing, quietly reached out to hold his hand. "Marcus is so popular at school; that’s great. I used to worry he wouldn’t make friends." Hugo Quinn’s heart softened, holding her hand. "Indeed. All thanks to you." The two of them stopped talking, basking in mutual sweetness. After Marcus finished performing, he sought them out among the parents’ seats, speeding up once he spotted them. Read complete versıon only at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝘯𝘦𝘵 "Mommy, how was my performance?" He was full of pride, tilting his head. Eleanor Hollis chuckled, pinching his cheek. "Marcus performed excellently. When you slayed the dragon, many people were praising your looks." Marcus’s face showed a hint of blush, though many girls in his class had said that before, he never thought much of it. "Have a seat; we’ll go out to eat after it’s over." Hugo Quinn tapped the empty spot next to him. Marcus noticed the empty seat but saw that it was only beside Dad, not next to Mommy. "Dad, why don’t you sit there? I want to sit between you two." Hugo Quinn felt a knot in his heart; he wanted to sit beside Eleanor Hollis too. Why was this kid being so oblivious? He had just thought Marcus was adorable.