Rachel Lynch stood still, her fists tightly clenched, continuing to direct the workers to fix the cemetery. Returning to the villa, Hugo Quinn stood outside for a long time, not daring to enter. Every place inside held traces of Eleanor Hollis, inevitably stirring up feelings of grief. Marcus opened the door to the living room, his eyes swollen, deliberately glancing behind him. "They all say mommy is dead, but I don’t believe it, Daddy, you surely can bring mommy back." He wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes as he spoke, standing at the doorway without coming inside. Hugo Quinn didn’t speak, the father and son just stared at each other in silence. Then Marcus started crying loudly, squatting down and sobbing. Hugo Quinn came over and helped him up. "Go away! Boo hoo hoo, I want mommy." Lan Yancy hurriedly steadied Hugo Quinn’s stance, afraid he might fall again. "Little one, please don’t cry. Miss Hollis is gone, and the president is a thousand times sadder than you." Marcus didn’t listen at all, continuously crying loudly, his whole body trembling. He suddenly went upstairs, came down with a small backpack, opened the door, and was about to head out. "Where are you going?" Hugo Quinn asked in a hoarse voice, wearily closing his eyes. "She’s dead, don’t go looking." Marcus suddenly turned and threw a shoe from the side. "Mommy isn’t dead! It must be you who doesn’t want mommy anymore, that’s why she left. You’re just like grandpa, both bad people!" After speaking, he opened the door with a "boom" and shut it. "Lan Yancy, follow him, don’t let anything happen to him." Hugo Quinn rubbed his brow and said, exhausted, every cell screaming tiredness; he just wanted to sleep deeply and never wake up. "But, President, here you..." Lan Yancy couldn’t rest assured about him, he looked so haggard now, the whole person seemed lifeless; if it weren’t for him being able to speak, he’d really think this was a lifeless puppet. "I’m fine, just a bit tired, I want to sleep." He said wearily, holding the handrail and climbing upstairs with difficulty, then closed the room door. Lan Yancy stood below, hesitated for a moment, then decided to go after Marcus. If the child were to have another accident, the president might really lose hope. Hugo Quinn entered the room and collapsed directly onto the bed. Chapters fırst released on 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅✦𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾✦𝗇𝖾𝗍 Traces of Eleanor Hollis’s presence instantly enveloped him; not long ago, they were still lingering on this bed; in the blink of an eye, they were separated by life and death, it was truly laughable. He grimaced and laughed a little, laughing until tears came out. He pulled Eleanor Hollis’s pillow to him, hugging it tightly, as if that would mean she hadn’t left. He even got up to close all the windows in the room, even drawing the curtains; this way, Eleanor Hollis’s presence would dissipate more slowly. After completing all this, he finally quieted down, hugging the pillow and lying on the bed. So tired, lying down , he couldn’t keep his eyes open, and fell asleep soundly. Before Eleanor Hollis’s tombstone, suddenly there were many people, Gloria Galloway and Samantha Sullivan kept crying; these days, when Eleanor was missing, they were worried and kept searching for her, but in the blink of an eye came the news of her death. Samantha Sullivan cried until she was exhausted, leaning on Evan Yancy’s shoulder. Evan Yancy hugged her lovingly and sighed, as friends, Samantha was so sad, how devastated must Hugo Quinn be. "Boo hoo hoo, Eleanor, how could Eleanor be dead, she finally emerged, finally escaped the sea of suffering, how could heaven be so unfair." Gloria Galloway kept wiping her tears, her eyes swollen. Many people stood before the tombstone, everyone silent. Evan Yancy and Julian Sterling were worried about Hugo Quinn, so after paying respects here, they immediately went to Hugo Quinn’s residence, even Jude Shaw came. But in the villa, aside from the servants, no one was visible. "Where’s Hugo Quinn?" Evan Yancy asked, wasn’t he supposed to be home? "Just now, Mr. Quinn suddenly took a shower, changed clothes, and went out, saying he needed to go on a business trip." Now he had no mind for business trips. Evan Yancy rubbed his temples, sitting on the sofa nearby. The other two men also sat down, a faint worry between their brows. After a while, Lan Yancy brought the sleep-crying Marcus in, seeing these three at home, nodded in greeting, then took Marcus to rest in a room. "Hugo Quinn went on a business trip?" Evan Yancy asked, taking out a cigarette and slowly lighting it. Lan Yancy’s eyes flashed a trace of shock, if not for this incident, it would indeed have been the president’s time to go on a business trip, but given the current state, where would the president have the energy for a business trip, he hadn’t eaten for days, probably had no strength to get in a car. Evan Yancy threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray, then the group went upstairs. Hugo Quinn’s door was indeed locked, and it was locked from the inside, impossible to open from outside. "Hugo Quinn, open the door for me!!" Evan Yancy violently kicked the door, but there was no response from inside. The group was somewhat frightened, was he thinking of doing something rash? "Get in through the window, Lan Yancy, is there a glass cutting tool here? First find a ladder, break the window for me." Evan Yancy immediately went downstairs, to the window below the master bedroom, the villa windows were not high but still required a ladder. Lan Yancy was already scared witless, promptly brought a chair over. Evan Yancy climbed the ladder and looked into the room, finding Hugo Quinn lying on the bed, motionless, seemingly not hearing the noise outside. Evan Yancy cursed under his breath, immediately cut the glass and climbed into the room. He reached out to push him, but Hugo Quinn showed no reaction. Evan Yancy touched his head and almost shouted in shock from the heat, it burnt him badly; if not discovered soon, he’d probably be burnt stupid, was this self-harm, deliberately telling the servant he was going on a business trip? He opened the door, carried Hugo Quinn on his back, and promptly sent him to the hospital. The people waiting outside saw Hugo Quinn’s face red, knowing he was feverish, drove the car rapidly. A high fever of forty-one degrees, the doctor was scared, almost trembling, this was the president of Grandeur Group, if he died in their hospital, they might not need to operate anymore. After a round of rescue, Hugo Quinn’s fever still hadn’t gone down, the doctors had no means, they’d tried all sorts of medicine, but no effect was seen. "This... President Quinn himself doesn’t want to wake up, if he remains for three days, maybe he’ll never wake up, the persistent high fever also poses a life threat." Evan Yancy listened to the doctor’s rambling, angrily punched the table. "Don’t I know there’s a life threat?! Since he is here in the hospital, you better think of a way! Quickly bring his fever down!"