These past few days, she’s been wrestling with this issue. What if Chloe really is Hugo Quinn’s daughter? What would their future be like? "Why are you thinking about this?" Hugo Quinn furrowed his brows. The memories of the past few days weren’t pleasant. He didn’t want to continue with this matter. It would be best if those two got married soon to avoid creating more trouble. Eleanor Hollis grabbed his sleeve, her eyes wide open. "Tell me, if she really is your daughter, what are you planning to do?" Hugo Quinn shut the laptop and looked at her quietly. "I’ll give Jane Shaw a lot of money, even hand over the Grandeur Group to her if she wants, as long as she doesn’t want to marry me. She can do whatever she wants, but beyond that, I can’t give her anything. Even when the paternity test was done, I still didn’t believe she was my child. I’m a very disciplined man; I don’t casually get involved with people." He’s not the same as Simon Quinn, those beasts. He thought to himself. Eleanor Hollis curved her lips, knowing that he was still feeling wronged, and quickly nestled into his arms. "Oh, I know, I misunderstood you. Sorry, it was just at that time, if it had been any other woman, she probably would have been more devastated than me. I thought I was already quite calm." Hugo Quinn’s lips curved up; indeed she was already quite calm. At least she didn’t end up wandering alone in the countryside late at night again like last time. She had made progress. "I know you don’t feel good about it either, so let’s not discuss this anymore. We just need to attend their wedding." Eleanor Hollis nodded and snuggled into his arms, filled with his scent. The feeling was wonderful. The next few days passed quietly . Hugo Quinn worked overtime to catch up on the backlog at work. Eleanor Hollis felt distressed, researching all kinds of nutritious meals every day, hoping to provide nutrition for both father and son. Though, in this respect, the chefs in the villa seemed more skilled than she was. "Miss Hollis, this combination with celery doesn’t taste good, it shouldn’t be done ." The chef gently advised her, patiently guiding her. Eleanor Hollis hurriedly replaced it with other ingredients, sighed in relief, and served the dishes on the table. Hugo Quinn came downstairs with Marcus, and Marcus caught a whiff of the aromas from the kitchen and quickened his pace. "Mommy, did you make all of this? You’re amazing!" He looked at Eleanor Hollis with admiration, and Eleanor felt a bit embarrassed, giving his head a little tap. "Wash your hands for dinner." Marcus nodded and tugged on Hugo Quinn’s hand, "Dad, let’s go wash our hands and then eat the food Mommy made." Hugo Quinn felt a warmth in his heart. Having a wife and child at home, this feeling was indescribable, as if he was the happiest man in the world. "Wow, this is delicious, Mommy, you’re great." Marcus lavishly praised her and then pulled Hugo Quinn’s hand. "Dad, why don’t you praise Mommy? My teacher told me that women need to be praised more." Eleanor Hollis found it amusing and chuckled, adding some meat to Marcus’s bowl. "Your teacher even talks about this? What else did the teacher say?" Marcus proudly raised his head, his posture one of showing off. "The teacher also said that women should be pampered and treated like princesses; that way, they won’t go looking for someone else." Hugo Quinn nodded in agreement. This teacher certainly was knowledgeable. "In the future, whoever marries our Marcus will be very happy because Marcus will surely be a good man." Eleanor Hollis sighed and said, giving Marcus some more vegetables. Marcus’s eyes were filled with laughter, his mouth curving upward. With Dad and Mommy both around, life was truly good. "Mommy, don’t worry. No matter what kind of girl I marry in the future, you’ll always be the most important one in my heart." Hugo Quinn listened on the side, feeling somewhat bitter. Clearly, he was the one who had spent the most time with this child, yet in the end, Eleanor Hollis took all the credit. "Dad, it’s the same for you. Mommy has to be the most important person in your heart too." Marcus suddenly turned his head and held Hugo Quinn’s hand. Hugo Quinn was taken aback, then slowly nodded. Eleanor Hollis felt so touched she was about to cry. This child was just too thoughtful; if only he were truly hers. She had thought many times about how wonderful it would be if Marcus were her child. But unfortunately, she wasn’t that lucky. The three of them finished dinner and snuggled up to watch TV. Marcus wanted to watch a detective program, so Eleanor Hollis accompanied him. However, she couldn’t understand detective stories, especially foreign shows, where all the faces looked the same to her. She couldn’t distinguish who was who. Official source ıs 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝘯𝘦𝘵 "Wasn’t this person just a reporter? How are they suddenly a police officer?" To her, all foreigners had high noses, white skin, and yellow hair. She couldn’t remember any specific features. "Silly Mommy, these are two different people!" Marcus said, his eyes focused intensely on the TV. Eleanor Hollis pursed her lips bashfully. It seemed she should keep quiet; saying too much would really expose her intelligence. Hugo Quinn found it amusing and hugged her tight. "It’s okay to be a bit silly." He said softly, holding her even closer. Eleanor Hollis felt a warmth in her heart and smiled, choosing not to say anything more. Marcus seemed particularly energetic tonight, staying up and being lively for a long time before finally falling asleep. Meanwhile, Eleanor Hollis yawned as she left Marcus’s room and was immediately pulled into the bedroom by Hugo Quinn. "Stop it, I’m tired and need to sleep." She pushed Hugo Quinn away, her eyes sleepy. Hugo Quinn planted a kiss on her forehead, knowing she was fatigued from cooking tonight, so he didn’t pursue anything further and lay down quietly beside her. He called softly, but there was only a gentle sound of breathing from beside him. He suddenly reached out and grasped her hand softly. "Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could always remain ?" He sighed, drawing her closer into his embrace. Eleanor Hollis had her eyes closed, but upon hearing that, she slowly opened them again. In reality, both of them were aware there were too many obstacles in their way. Just the patriarch alone was enough to exhaust them for a long time. There would be more challenges in the future. Could they really make it to the end? No one could guarantee that. Eventually, they truly drifted off to sleep, nestled together like the closest of lovers. Recently, Eleanor Hollis hadn’t gone to the company for several days. If Hugo were to go to work, it meant she wouldn’t be able to see him all day. So after thinking it over, she decided to go to the company too, since it was merely changing places to play on her phone. During lunch, the receptionist brought up a small box, saying someone had entrusted it to her. Eleanor Hollis opened it and almost screamed.