She was very successful, at least now he felt guilty. But her life was gone, everything was gone, and in the future, this man who loved her would change his heart and marry another woman, no one would remember her forever. Such a way is truly foolish. Jane Shaw looked blankly at this man, suddenly feeling a chill, any woman would feel broken by everything Eleanor Hollis went through that day. The one who wanted to force him was a former husband who had tormented him for five years, and the one who planned everything was her man’s kin. She was seen in that scene by the man she loved, the deepest despair was nothing more than this. But in Simon Quinn’s eyes, it was merely a fleeting phrase of foolishness. Ridiculous, why can they dominate others’ destiny ! "Please sign the divorce agreement as soon as possible, also, I’m not here to see you today; I’m here to see Hugo Quinn. I believe he’s different from you and the old man; his blood is warm, unlike you cold-blooded animals." After speaking, she really left, but only after asking the hospital did she know Hugo Quinn had just been discharged. She turned around and went back to her car. Simon Quinn stood still, saying nothing, just watching her walk away. Jane Shaw’s eyes were somber, stepped on the gas pedal, and the car shot out instantly. Simon Quinn didn’t even have the strength to chase after her. He always believed that their fate wouldn’t just end like that, and the other party would come back someday. He opened the car door, got in the car, and instructed the assistant to drive back to the old house. "I believe he’s different from you and the old man; his blood is warm, unlike you cold-blooded animals!" Jane Shaw’s words echoed in his mind, his body shuddered, tightly pursing his lips; in the other party’s view, was he indeed a cold-blooded animal? He was just accustomed to thinking everything with rationality, choosing from it what was most beneficial for himself. From childhood to adulthood, all his actions were methodical, never deviating, and he would never turn against the old man for a woman like Hugo Quinn. Get full chapters from 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝓷𝓮𝓽 Even if he liked Jane Shaw, liked Chloe, he could still live without them. After all, over the past years, they had never appeared in his life. "President, you go and have a good rest after going back; if the old man wakes up, I will inform you upstairs." After the car stopped at the old house, the assistant said softly. Simon Quinn nodded, tiredly went to his bedroom. The Quinton Family has not been calm these days, the eldest also rushed back, but the matter has already set in stone, no one can reverse anything. The news that Hugo Quinn severed ties with the Quinton Family had already spread in high society, and somehow, it was leaked to the media. Now on Weibo hot search, all topics are about him breaking ties with the family. Many people speculated Eleanor Hollis’s death was related to the old man from the Quinton Family; thus, Hugo Quinn was so angry. "It feels like President Quinn could be a very good man, and it really takes courage to sever ties with one’s family." "Although Eleanor Hollis died, she at least gained a man’s love. I’m quite envious of her." "Other men ought to learn more from President Quinn." Women were frantically posting comments on Weibo, but the parties involved in this matter hardly paid any attention to them. Everyone at Grandeur Group discovered something: the president has become exceedingly busy recently, and they don’t dare to relax, working overtime till late at night. Occasionally, when someone arrives at the company a bit earlier in the morning, they would find Hugo Quinn just coming out of the office, with creases in his clothes, despite the president always valuing appearances, and his suit never having a crease. Recently, his suit was loose, as if he had lost weight. The matter of Eleanor Hollis’s death blew up so big, everyone knew it, they all understood the president was trying to numb himself with work, but they dared not say anything. In the evening, Marcus came to the company, brought food, and directly pushed open Hugo Quinn’s office door and went in. "Daddy, I brought you food, Uncle Lan Yancy said you haven’t eaten for a long time." He said obediently, putting the thermos on Hugo Quinn’s desk. Hugo’s eyes flickered. "Daddy, don’t torment yourself , I’m also very sad, I only have you left." Marcus gently said while opening the lunch box, his face a bit pale. Hugo’s hand shook, and the files in his hand spilled onto the ground. Marcus wanted to bend down to pick them up, but Hugo hugged him tightly instead. Marcus felt like he was being squeezed till he broke, but he said nothing, obediently extending a hand to gently pat Hugo’s back. Hugo’s body trembled slightly. Marcus felt something wet flowing into his neck, it was Daddy’s tears, Daddy was crying, Daddy is an adult but he is still crying. "Marcus, it’s all my fault..." Hugo said, hoarsely, the acute grief tearing fiercely at his heart. Marcus didn’t speak; he only knew that Mommy went through something very bad that day, exactly what he didn’t understand, and a few uncles didn’t tell him. "If I had kept an eye on her that day, such a thing wouldn’t have happened." Hugo said slowly, holding him tightly. "Daddy, eat now. Mommy won’t blame you, if she were here, she definitely wouldn’t want you hungry. She was always the most worried we wouldn’t be full, often cooking, and whenever I went home, she would prepare fruits to fill my stomach. She’s the best mommy. Daddy, in the future, you shouldn’t marry any other women, okay?" "I won’t, apart from her, no other woman will come in." Only then was Marcus relieved; the book says that after losing a partner, men quickly recover from grief, while only women would foolishly remain in such sadness. But he believed Daddy wasn’t such a person. The father and son quietly ate, neither spoke; Marcus kept picking meat into Hugo’s bowl, and Hugo silently ate it. He knew the child was worried about him. After dinner, the two returned home together; he put the child to sleep in the bedroom before turning to his room. Opening the door, a familiar scent embraced him; he rushed to close the door, fearing the scent disappearing. All Eleanor Hollis left behind seemed to be this room full of aroma, if the aroma was gone, he wouldn’t be able to feel her anymore. Hugo tiredly entered the bathroom to shower, halfway through he found he hadn’t brought a towel, and instinctively called out. "Eleanor, bring my towel inside, it’s in the cupboard’s left compartment." After calling out, his body froze, suddenly becoming very quiet, quietly scrubbing the bubbles on his head as if he hadn’t said anything. He shaved before the mirror, only realizing his facial hair was quite long, appearing as though he hadn’t shaved for a long time.