When Simon left, only two children, Hugo, and Jane remained here. Jane held Chloe’s hand, her lips moved slightly, knowing that this man probably couldn’t accept this truth, but for her daughter, she wouldn’t compromise a single step. "Mr. Quinn, you’ve already seen the results of the report. The truth is as it is. I hope you’ll treat Chloe well in the future. Chloe has lacked fatherly love for too long and has always hoped to have a dad." Chloe’s gaze was fixed on Hugo, filled with longing, but she ultimately didn’t dare to approach him and act coquettish, only watching from a distance. Jane lowered her head and said to Chloe, holding her hand as they walked toward the door. Chloe kept looking back, seeing the man sitting on the sofa, not once looking up at her, feeling somewhat disappointed. Daddy definitely doesn’t like her, because he has to separate from that lady and hence began to resent her. Her heart felt heavy, and even when she was in the car, her face still showed disappointment. The car started slowly, with the person arranged by the old man sending them back. "Mommy, Daddy doesn’t like me, and Marcus doesn’t like me either. I feel so bad." Chloe said tearfully, her eyes red, on the verge of crying. Jane sighed and reached out to rub her head. "It’s okay. Your dad is just temporarily unable to handle this outcome. Chloe, you’re so obedient, more people will surely like you in the future. See, the old man already likes you, and Marcus likes you too. It’s just that the identity change was too fast for them to accept. Once they adapt, it will be fine." Chloe then pouted and nodded slowly. Jane’s mood was heavy; she already saw Hugo’s reaction earlier. Hugo cared a lot about Eleanor. Would he really be good to the child after marrying her so hastily? She tightened her grip, a determined look flashed in her eyes. Regardless of how Hugo treats the child in the future, at least now, she absolutely would not let go; what is hers will ultimately be hers! Only Hugo and Marcus were left at the old house. Marcus pouted and reached out to grab Hugo’s sleeve. "Dad, what should we do?" Only then did Hugo pull himself together and slowly took his hand. "Let’s go home and see if your mommy is waiting for us there." Marcus was led outside, slowly getting into the parked car. He was very worried about mommy’s situation. She must be feeling horrible now. "Dad, if Chloe really is your daughter, does that mean mommy won’t need us anymore?" He couldn’t help but turn his head and ask, wanting to be with mommy, not willing to be separated. Hugo felt a lump in his throat, suddenly unsure how to answer this question. Judging by Eleanor’s personality, if Chloe really was his daughter, their relationship would probably be over. He replied blandly, his heart slowly sinking to the bottom. Marcus also fell silent, turned to look at the scenery outside the window, and spaced out. "But I really like mommy. There is no woman in the world better than her. If I had to be apart from her, I would be super sad." After a long time, he said tearfully. Fınd the newest release on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝※𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖※𝕟𝕖𝕥 Hugo slowly closed his eyes, wanting to tell his son that if he and Eleanor were to separate, it would be a thousand times, ten thousand times more painful for him. Children cannot live without adults simply due to reliance, whereas he loves. Leaving Eleanor is like carving flesh from his heart, removing the softest piece. They returned home, seeing no lights on in the villa, indicating Eleanor likely hadn’t returned yet. Hugo took out his phone, intending to call Eleanor, but she didn’t pick up. He was very anxious and wanted to go find her, but hesitated after getting into the car, fearing that she didn’t want to see him at all. Yes, she must hate him right now, thinking that he had deceived her. Hugo tightened his grip on the steering wheel and then slowly got out of the car. He wanted to tell Eleanor that he didn’t know how it all came to be, he was sure he hadn’t touched Jane, yet why was the child his? Could it be an error in the paternity test? But the person who did the paternity test was someone the old man trusted, with an extremely clean background, and to him, the old man’s words were like an imperial edict. So it couldn’t possibly be fake from their side, could someone else have faked it? Hugo wondered skeptically, then immediately called the other party. The other side spoke slowly, with a very respectful tone. "Did anyone swap out those two hairs on the way to the hospital?" Hugo asked the question directly, his voice carrying a hint of longing. The man carefully recalled that he was taken to the hospital by the third young master’s driver, and no one could have swapped it. "No, Fourth Master, I was in Quinton’s special car and didn’t come into contact with other people along the way, and when the doctor did the test, I was there the whole time." The light in Hugo’s eyes gradually faded, and he finally hung up the phone. He still couldn’t believe Chloe was his daughter, but the paternity test laid it out clearly, and Chloe indeed resembled him—everything seemed set in stone. Hugo stood at the door, not entering, his head a mess. He took out a cigarette, slowly lit it, and smoked anxiously. Eleanor probably wouldn’t come back, he thought, feeling like a large hand was squeezing tight his heart, nearly bursting. After finishing a cigarette, his anxiety hadn’t subsided even a bit, he sat feebly on the stairs, clutching his hair like an ant on a hot pan. He took out another cigarette, coughed after a few puffs but forced himself to continue smoking. He felt too ashamed to look for Eleanor anymore; before the report came out, he repeatedly promised her, swore that the child definitely wasn’t his, yet the report slapped him hard, making all his promises and vows laughably pale. Marcus suddenly opened the door, seeing him sitting in front, quietly calling out. He held a small blanket in his hand, walked over, and draped it over Hugo’s shoulder. "Dad, it’s cold outside, come inside. Maybe mommy needs a few days to calm down; she probably really doesn’t want to see you now." This truth known even to children, how could Hugo not know as well. He smiled bitterly and tugged at his lips, calling Lan to ask him to watch over Eleanor and make sure nothing happened to her. Upon receiving instructions, Lan immediately searched for Eleanor’s location, discreetly driving over. Hugo entered the house, carrying a chill. He suddenly worried about Eleanor catching cold outside. It would be bad if she got sick, especially since her health is already vulnerable and can’t take much turmoil.