She wasn’t as shameless as the other, so she grumbled in frustration. Hugo instantly restrained his expression, utterly baffled as to why she still got shy so easily despite them having spent so much time together. "Alright, let’s have lunch, and then we’ll head to the manor together." He turned serious, which took Eleanor by surprise. The reason she was frustrated was that there were a few maids dusting antiques not far away, and she wasn’t sure if they’d overheard Hugo’s shameless words. The man’s wicked sense of humor. After finishing their meal, the two indeed went to the Quinton Manor. Upon arrival, they found Old Master Quinn happily playing with the two children, a smile on his face. Since the departure of the second family, such joy had been rare on the old man’s face. Hugo hesitated for a moment but still led Eleanor to sit on the sofa. "Dad, why didn’t you inform us before taking the kids?" Old Master Quinn seemed to just notice their arrival, looked up, and gave a cold snort. "Who knows what you two are up to at home? What if it was someone else who took the kids instead of me? As parents, you’re truly irresponsible." Eleanor thought back to when the older man arrived; she and Hugo were being intimate upstairs, causing her face to flush red. She couldn’t help but glance at Hugo. Hugo showed no expression, as if everything he did was justified. Eleanor was speechless for a moment. No wonder he was invincible in business; with such a mindset and shamelessness, very few could match him. The old man instructed the two kids to play in the garden and then sat down with them on the sofa. "Hugo, little Chloe is your child, right?" He asked seriously, gripping his cane tightly. Hugo raised an eyebrow and then chuckled. "Dad, what are you talking about? I don’t remember having a child that age." Old Master Quinn knew he refused to admit it and pursed his lips. "Haven’t you realized how much Chloe resembles you? Why is she around you, and why does she look so much like you? I believe her mother did it on purpose, hoping the child could return to you. Hugo, I hope you’re a responsible man. Since someone bore you a child, you should bring them back." Hugo found it absurd; just because they resembled each other and because she was around him, did that make her his child? "Dad, I’ve said it before, this child isn’t mine." He rubbed his forehead, thinking how stubborn the old man could be sometimes. "Then go for a paternity test. From my perspective, Chloe is your child! Unless you both take a paternity test!" Hugo gritted his teeth. Why should he take an unnecessary paternity test when that child had nothing to do with him? His hand was suddenly held by a pair of gentle ones. Turning his head, he found Eleanor quietly watching him. Eleanor said softly, lowering her eyes slowly. Latest content publıshed on 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥 "Do you also believe that child is mine?" Hugo’s face was less than pleased. He didn’t care if others doubted, but how could Eleanor also have doubts? "If you don’t, the old man will only be more convinced. I just don’t want things to get too complicated." Hugo’s expression softened. True, if he didn’t cooperate with the old man, the latter would only think more along those lines. "Dad, even if we’re doing a paternity test, don’t you need the consent of her parent?" He said lightly, annoyed. The old man’s face broke into a small smile, slowly lifting his gaze to look at him. "Before you arrived, I had already informed Chloe’s mom to come over. She should be here in a few minutes." Hugo stiffened all over, realizing that a paternity test was inevitable tonight, so he kept silent. Soon after, Jane Shaw indeed arrived, though she didn’t look pleased. She had heard about the Quinton Manor previously, never expecting to set foot inside herself one day. Seeing the house’s majesty and splendor, she wanted to run, but thinking of her daughter inside, she calmly followed the maid in. "Old Master, did Chloe do something to offend you? If so, I apologize on her behalf." No one had mentioned the paternity test to her, so she assumed Chloe had done something wrong, inciting some fear. If Old Master Quinn held a grudge today, she and Chloe might not leave alive. Old Master Quinn observed her carefully, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes. This young woman appeared confident and assertive, rising from the bottom, now a general manager. Hugo needed such capable and resourceful women around him. "Miss Shaw, Chloe didn’t offend me. Please sit, there’s no need to be so nervous." Old Master Quinn said slowly, his gaze wandering over Jane Shaw twice. Jane was even more anxious, especially seeing Hugo and Eleanor present, making it harder to gauge the old man’s mind. "Miss Shaw, do you know who Chloe’s father is or where he is?" Old Master suddenly asked, signaling the butler to bring Jane a cup of tea. Jane was nervous; after all, it was her first time facing such a dignified old man. She subconsciously glanced at Hugo. She had suspected before that the man might be Hugo, but she had felt a scar on the man’s waist that night, unsure if Hugo bore a similar mark. Seeing her glance at Hugo, the old man’s gaze deepened; it seemed this matter was indeed related to Hugo. If Chloe was genuinely Hugo’s daughter, then they must get married and offer the young lady an explanation! Hugo frowned instantly, noticing Jane’s gaze. Why was she looking over here, was she trying to falsely accuse him? Eleanor grew even more anxious, twisting her hands together. She could accept that Hugo had one child, willing to be Marcus’s stepmother, but it didn’t mean she could accept a child he had with another woman. "Miss Shaw, have you noticed that Chloe resembles my son Hugo quite a bit? When I saw her today, she felt very familiar to me. If you don’t mind, I hope to have a paternity test done. If Chloe truly is a Quinton, I hope you’ll consider marrying Hugo for the sake of the child. You’ve worked hard all these years, raising a child alone." Jane’s eyes suddenly became teary. Raising a child alone over the years had indeed been tough, but such hardship wasn’t understood by others. The sideways glances she received for being unmarried yet pregnant were plenty. Her previous company even openly condemned such behavior.