"So from now on, regardless of who I’m with, it has nothing to do with the glory of the Quinton Family. I love Eleanor, and no matter what happens to her, I still love her. If anything happens to her because of anyone in the Quinton Family, I won’t mind taking things a step further." Nathaniel Quinn and Simon Quinn both stiffened, unable to say a word. Slowly, Nathaniel lowered his head, tears glistening in his eyes. If it were him today, could he say these words so boldly? No, he couldn’t. He hadn’t completely broken free from the Quinton Family; everything he had now had been given to him by the family. Only this man dared to be so reckless, dared to be so arrogant. Hugo Quinn didn’t look at anyone else, picked up Eleanor Hollis’s coat from the side, and left the place. Everyone hurriedly rushed the old man to the hospital, even Simon and Nathaniel began to panic because the old man had already coughed up blood. "Were you really involved in this matter?" Jane Shaw was still wearing her fancy dress, her face expressionless as she grabbed his wrist. Simon was agitated, but when he turned and saw her face, the agitation vanished immediately. "It was the old man’s idea." He said calmly, trying to reach out and embrace Jane’s waist, but she quickly pulled away. "It’s the old man’s idea, so you just have to follow it? Simon, you’re already in your thirties, how come you don’t have any thoughts of your own? Just because it was the old man’s order, even knowing it’s wrong, you still got involved. If one day, the old man asks you to abandon our family, would you do that too?" Jane’s eyes were cold as she held Chloe’s hand, exuding an aura that kept everyone at a distance. "Jane, I wouldn’t, how could I ever abandon you!" Simon replied impatiently, feeling a bit scared because her expression was so hurtful. "Ha, why would I believe you? After all, the old man’s words are like an imperial edict, and you’re already unable to distinguish right from wrong. Do you know how desperate a woman can feel in such a situation? If I were Eleanor Hollis, I’d rather die! You people always have that high and mighty look on your faces, never empathizing with others’ pain. You care about the Quinton Family’s face and glory, but what we women need is the sense of security a man provides! You simply don’t understand." She held Chloe’s hand, ready to leave. Simon hastily grabbed her wrist, his tone softening a bit. "Today is our wedding day, how about we go home and talk about it later, for now, let’s go to the hospital with me." He was almost begging, but Jane pulled her hand away. "If I don’t stand up for Eleanor when the old man bullies her, then the next one to be bullied will be me. Sooner or later, I’ll receive the same treatment as Eleanor. Simon, there’s no need for us to get married; you simply don’t know how to provide Chloe and me with a sense of security." Simon’s eyes turned dark, his whole body becoming restless. "Divorce. I’ll have someone send the divorce papers to the old house. I can raise Chloe on my own. After all, during the most difficult times, you weren’t by my side, so how can you claim a share of our daughter’s love now?" Jane’s words were calm and resolute, leaving no room for negotiation. Simon’s hand trembled as he tried to keep her back, but Jane didn’t look back; she took Chloe with her and got into the car waiting outside. "Chloe, are you abandoning your dad too?" Simon slightly raised the corner of his mouth, speaking lightly. Chloe stayed silent; she loved the big house and the handsome uncle, but what she loved the most was her mom. Whatever her mom did, she would follow. The car slowly drove away, and Simon stood there, feeling his body grow cold, unable to find even a single excuse to keep them. Just like Jane said, during their most difficult times, he was absent, so what right did he have to claim a share of his daughter’s love? He never realized that when this woman spoke harsh words, she could be so heartless. "Third Young Master, please hurry to the hospital, the old man’s condition is quite serious this time." The assistant whispered from the side, worried that the old man’s heavy bleeding might lead to something worse. Simon slowly closed his eyes, his heart aching as if stabbed by a knife. Jane sat in the car, looked at Chloe, who had remained silent, and smiled gently. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝓷𝓮𝓽 "Chloe, haven’t you always wanted a daddy? Why didn’t you try to persuade me just now, why didn’t you say anything?" Chloe looked up, her big eyes slightly glistening. "Mommy, you were really angry just now. Even though you scolded Dad before, I could tell you didn’t really blame him, so I sided with Dad. But just now, I could feel that if I continued to side with Dad, you’d be really desperate. I don’t know what ’desperation’ is, but it must be something very bad, and I don’t want you to feel that way." Jane’s eyes turned red as she picked Chloe up and held her in her arms. "Sweet girl, I thought you would choose the big house, you love big houses so much." Simon had made Chloe happy these days with the big house, which Jane thought her daughter liked the most. "But Mommy, don’t you remember? When we were crammed into a few square meters of a rented room, you said your dream in this life was to have a big house, without mosquitoes and cockroaches, without the stench of the sewer, clean as those villas on TV. The day I met Uncle Hugo, I wished he could be my dad because he has a big house, Mommy, you’d definitely like it, I just want you to be happy." Jane’s eyes immediately welled up, and she turned her head to look out the window. When she was raising this daughter, life was so difficult. Crammed into a tiny room like a snail, with nothing left after buying diapers, she always told her child that one day they would have a big house, sleep on a bed meters wide without curling their legs, and roll around as they liked. She didn’t expect her daughter to remember all of it. "Mommy, we’re almost home." Chloe didn’t realize how touching her words had been. For a child, they were just the words she wanted to say; she couldn’t comprehend the emotions of the adult world. "Mm, let’s go. I wonder how your Aunt Eleanor is doing now." Jane said with worry; considering Eleanor Hollis’s condition today, she hadn’t dared to approach her. Nothing was likely more desperate than that moment, especially since the aggressor was the family of the man she loved most. It’s almost laughable to think about. Eleanor Hollis did find it laughable, considering the whole world a joke. After running away, she randomly hopped into a car, not knowing where she wanted to go.