Eleanor Hollis, seeing Hugo Quinn’s predicament, reached out and pinched his hand. "Go sit over there; it’s rare to see Marcus so happy." Hugo stood up with a face full of reluctance and went to that seat. Marcus wriggled his little behind and happily sat between the two of them. The surrounding parents, realizing this was the boy playing the Prince, became instantly excited. Up close, he was surprisingly handsome. However, after seeing the looks of Hugo and Eleanor, they were at ease. After all, with such attractive parents, and they seemed quite wealthy too. "Hello, are you this little boy’s mother?" A young woman’s voice suddenly sounded from beside her, her eyes full of warmth, her whole presence seemingly glowing. Eleanor only then noticed such a person sitting beside her. She nodded slowly, somewhat perfunctory, unwilling to discuss Marcus’s background in detail. "He’s really cute, about the same age as my daughter. I heard they’re very good friends; my daughter often talks about Marcus at home." Hearing this, Eleanor’s face immediately softened a bit. "I’m relieved to know Marcus has friends at school. I was worried he might not adapt to the school environment." The woman covered her mouth and laughed, her gaze drifting past Eleanor towards Hugo, who was sitting two seats away. The man looked very charismatic, and upon the first glance, she felt a sense of familiarity. She remembered then — isn’t this the President of Grandeur Group, often seen in financial newspapers? So, President Quinn looks so good in person. Her scrutiny was cautious, and with Eleanor’s attention on the stage, she didn’t notice. Soon, a little girl about five or six years old ran over. With her cute pigtails, despite the dim lighting, Eleanor noticed her cheeks were adorably rosy. "Mommy, I played the Princess, did you see Marcus as the Prince? Isn’t he super handsome? I really like him." A child’s words are always innocent and pure. Hearing them, the woman covered her mouth with a laugh. "The mother of Marcus is right next to me; come over and say hello." Only then did the girl notice Eleanor sitting beside her, her eyes instantly lighting up. This lady looked really pretty! She said sincerely, her gaze fixed on Eleanor’s face, unable to look away. Eleanor was taken aback by the term "auntie," and after recovering, a broad smile spread across her face. Who doesn’t like being referred to as younger? This child was really thoughtful. "So, you’re the little princess, very cute~" The girl’s face turned even redder, her eyes widening as she glanced at Hugo, sitting nearby. "Brother, you’re super handsome. You’re Marcus’s dad, right? You two look so alike. Wow, I wish I could marry Marcus so I could see such a handsome guy every day." Marcus, hearing what the girl said, frowned. He didn’t want anyone else taking his dad away. "This is my dad. You can go find your dad. I won’t marry you." The girl’s face instantly crumpled, and the woman beside her sighed. This child, why did she speak of marriage right away? "Chloe, come here, don’t say such things." The woman said, full of helplessness. The girl called Chloe hurried over, sitting sullenly beside her. Noticing the child’s low spirits, Eleanor wondered if something had happened to the girl’s father, because after Marcus’s words, both their expressions turned sour. But she didn’t know how to start comforting them. "The child’s father passed away when she was very young. I’ve raised her alone. She desperately longs for a father figure. I apologize for the earlier words." The woman’s voice reached Eleanor’s ears, and she suddenly felt a shared understanding, as she too grew up longing for paternal love. "It’s nothing. It was Marcus’s words that offended you." The woman said no more, the little girl too appeared like a deflated balloon, quietly lowering her head, lost in thought. Eleanor turned her gaze back to the stage, while the woman occasionally glanced at Hugo. If she remembered correctly, the son beside Hugo wasn’t birthed by this woman; she often read news and papers and was familiar with high society events. It was said that Marcus was born to Hugo’s first wife, though they later divorced. So, what did Eleanor rely on to successfully rise? The woman’s eyes lingered on Eleanor for a moment, then she slowly smirked. Could it be because of Eleanor’s gentle nature? After all, to sit in Hugo’s position, he must have seen plenty of beautiful women, yet he chose not an exceptionally stunning one. She slowly tightened her grip on her daughter’s hand. If Hugo could become her daughter’s father, become her husband, then her daughter would not face so much ridicule at school, and she wouldn’t feel so inferior at parent meetings. With this thought taking root in her heart, her gaze increasingly fixed on Hugo, finding every one of the man’s movements highly captivating. She heard that Eleanor had been married before with a five-year marriage, suggesting that personal matters like these didn’t bother Hugo much. If Eleanor could do it, she certainly could too. The school play ended, and Hugo took Eleanor and Marcus out for dinner. The little girl persistently followed Marcus, trying to cheer him up. But probably because she had mentioned marrying Marcus earlier, Marcus’s face still bore a displeased expression. He repeatedly stressed, while Chloe tearily gazed at him. "Chloe, don’t bother them going out to eat, come, let’s go home." The woman reached out to grab Chloe’s hand, but Chloe dodged, eagerly looking at Hugo and Eleanor. "Brother, sister, can I join you for dinner?" Eleanor was stunned; now that the little girl had spoken, it would seem heartless to refuse, and would likely make Marcus feel awkward in class later, so she had to nod in agreement. Their original dinner for three turned into a dinner for five. The woman seemed slightly uneasy, continuously sighing. "Chloe is spoiled by me; she speaks her mind. I’m really sorry for bothering you." Eleanor shook her head. Although she did feel slightly uncomfortable, if she were to dwell on it, it would make her seem petty. "Not at all, if the kids can play together, I’m happy." Chloe was sitting right beside Marcus, constantly serving him food, and at such a young age, she even knew to use serving chopsticks. "This way it won’t have my saliva on it. Marcus, you should eat this. My mommy says eating this will make you grow really tall."