A few doctors were sweating profusely; it wasn’t that they didn’t want to find a solution, they just couldn’t come up with one. Many high fevers stem from heartache, and if the heartache can’t be resolved, how can the fever subside? Julian Sterling sat beside Hugo Quinn, reached out to feel the temperature on Hugo’s forehead, and his brows furrowed even tighter—it was still so hot. "Doctor, is there really no solution? You know his status; he absolutely cannot afford any incident." He raised his head and asked, sighing. The doctor was shaking all over; if there were a solution, they would have thought of it long ago, no need to wait until now. The room fell silent; several doctors exchanged looks, feeling like their careers had reached a dead end. "You all can leave now; come back when you’ve thought of a solution." Julian Sterling’s voice was gentle, not wanting to threaten them anymore. Doctors have the heart of a parent; there’s no reason for them not to want to cure a patient. The three of them sat at Hugo’s bedside, regretting that despite their great achievements in their respective fields, they couldn’t solve a simple fever at this moment. Old Master Quinn woke up at this point. Both of them were in the same hospital. Upon hearing that Eleanor Hollis had already died, he was pleased for a moment before asking. "How about Hugo? Now that Eleanor is dead, how is Hugo’s mental state?" "I heard he’s hospitalized with a fever." Old Master Quinn instantly felt completely at ease; hospitalization wasn’t a big deal. Once the grieving period was over, he’d still have good food and drink. Men aren’t as sentimental; he’ll eventually meet a woman he likes and start dating again. He just can’t get over the heartbreak yet, but time heals all. "Hugo’s situation is very bad; the high fever hasn’t receded, and the doctors have no solution. If it stays for three days, it might be life-threatening." Simon Quinn slowly said from the side, full of worries. He was now truly doubting whether his actions back then were right. Jane Shaw won’t forgive him, doesn’t even want to see him. Chloe doesn’t call him ’Dad’ anymore, and Eleanor, who was actually innocent, is dead now. She was unwelcomed in the Quinton Family for five years and died so unjustly. "There must be a way; Hugo holds such a high position, his mental fortitude is unmatched. His feelings for Eleanor are just unclear; he thought he found a sense of home, but there are many girls in the world who can offer him that feeling. He’ll soon forget Eleanor. When he wakes up, I’ll arrange a match for him right away, strictly screening to find a girl that satisfies him." Old Master Quinn was still stubborn, not feeling he’d done anything wrong, even at the cost of Eleanor’s life, he wasn’t regretful. Content orıginally comes from 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝙣𝙚𝙩 But later, after learning Marcus was Eleanor’s child, he regretted so bitterly and couldn’t repair their relationships no matter how hard he tried. However, the old man had no awareness of this and only wanted to get rid of Eleanor. The next day, Hugo’s high fever still hadn’t gone away. The doctors came to check several times, trying every method. In the evening, Julian Sterling had Marcus brought over. Hugo’s persistent fever was merely from too much grief, wanting to follow Eleanor in death, caring about nothing and unwilling to wake. Yet he had connections in this world; Marcus was his bond. If Marcus kept speaking by Hugo’s ear, it was likely he couldn’t remain stone-hearted and stay unconscious. Marcus had just lost his mommy and was in a bad state, nearly fainting upon hearing about his dad’s condition. "Marcus, wake your daddy up quickly; say mommy’s back already; quickly tell him!" Evan Yancy pushed Marcus to Hugo’s side. Marcus’s voice choked, clutching Hugo’s hand. "Daddy, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been mad at you that day. I know you’re very sad about mommy too. Mommy, please wake up, I won’t be mad at you again." As Marcus’s hoarse voice sounded, several old gentlemen couldn’t help but feel their noses sour, hurriedly averting their gaze awkwardly. Marcus kept chattering until the evening, when several doctors came in to check and found the fever had dropped by two degrees, indicating this method was effective. Evan Yancy was instantly excited, continuously urging Marcus to speak in Hugo’s ear. Hugo felt like he was trapped in a sea of fire, no matter how hard he ran, he couldn’t escape. Thinking about Eleanor, suddenly he felt devoid of strength and sat down, not wanting to leave, feeling fine spending a lifetime here, facing nothing. "Daddy, please come back quickly, I was wrong." Marcus’s voice suddenly reached Hugo’s ears; Hugo’s eyebrows furrowed—he almost forgot Marcus. If he got stuck here, what would happen to Marcus? Marcus no longer had a mommy, he couldn’t lose his daddy too. Hugo kept running forward, not daring to stop; he didn’t want to remain here, he wanted to go back. Marcus kept crying, holding Hugo’s hand, apologizing constantly. Julian Sterling had brought food and forced the child to eat; Hugo was still unconscious, and Marcus couldn’t afford any problems. Marcus reluctantly ate a few bites and didn’t want any more; it felt like chewing wax. If not for the fact that not eating would lead to death, he really didn’t want to eat at all. "Marcus, be good, your daddy is still unconscious; you can’t afford to have problems, or he may never wake up." Julian Sterling placed a spoonful of porridge into Marcus’s mouth, seeing him lower his head to obediently eat it, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. No one noticed that Hugo’s eyelashes trembled slightly, though he remained unconscious. Marcus finished the porridge and continued to hold Hugo’s hand, not daring to let go. He was so sleepy; he wanted to sleep but feared if he slept, daddy might never wake up. He had to keep his spirits up and keep talking. Hugo’s finger twitched, feeling a tiny hand holding him softly; he slowly opened his eyes. "Daddy! Daddy, you’ve woken up!!" Marcus exclaimed joyfully, immediately standing up and pressing the nearby bell. His actions were quick, and Evan Yancy and Julian Sterling hadn’t responded yet. Soon, several doctors came, carefully examining Hugo, finding his temperature had dropped to thirty-eight degrees, and breathed a sigh of relief. "There should be no more issues; as long as President Quinn cooperates with medication, I’ll prepare an IV drip immediately." This situation required an infusion; otherwise, it was still dangerous. Julian Sterling breathed out in relief, reaching out to ruffle Marcus’s hair. "Marcus was very good. This time, your daddy woke up thanks to you." Marcus lowered his head; daddy woke up, but mommy would never wake up again, and he was still very sad.