Hugo Quinn suddenly remembered the time Eleanor Hollis said she wanted to shave his beard and accidentally left a small cut on his chin. His eyes reddened, and suddenly he felt like he was finished, thinking of her no matter what he did. He seemed trapped in this prison. After shaving, he looked up at himself and found his face frighteningly pale, his eyes full of red blood vessels. He lowered his head and harshly washed his face with cold water, breathing heavily, trying to calm the emotions that were surging inside him. But he couldn’t do it; he walked out of the room wearing only a casual robe, then lay down on the bed. Unable to sleep, it’s been a long time since he had a good night’s rest. As soon as he closed his eyes, he thought of that foul-smelling corpse, wondering how he could believe that adorable Eleanor Hollis had become like that. Hugo Quinn hugged the pillow tightly, his eyes reddening again. He hoarsely called out those two words, holding the pillow and continuously crying. Crying until exhausted, he suddenly got up and took out two bottles of liquor from the cabinet beside him, carrying them to the balcony, sitting in a recliner and started drinking. As long as he was drunk, he wouldn’t have so many thoughts. Yet, after downing two bottles of spicy liquor, he still thought of Eleanor Hollis, as if it had become a curse engraved in his mind. The bottle he threw hit the ground, his face slightly flushed, looking at the sky while curling himself up in the chair and falling asleep. It’s already winter, snow is about to fall, it’s really cold here, but he seems unable to feel it at all. Hugo Quinn’s lips kept trembling, but ultimately he didn’t go indoors. It wasn’t until the next morning that he slowly woke up, realizing he had slept there all night, his head dizzy and groggy. "Dad, are you awake?" Marcus called out from outside; hearing this, Hugo Quinn felt a bit guilty. Just yesterday he promised the child to take good care of himself, yet he spent the night out in the cold. "I’m up, give me a moment." He went to the bathroom to freshen up, changed into a suit, and then opened the bedroom door. Marcus, carrying a small backpack, stood at the door looking up. "Dad, why are you so slow? Come on, take me to school." Marcus hadn’t been to school for several days. Since Eleanor Hollis’s accident, he hadn’t been in the mood to go. Seeing him already recovering, Hugo Quinn felt relieved, leading him downstairs. "Let’s eat first, then I’ll take you to school." Marcus nodded obediently, knowing he shouldn’t upset Dad. They quietly finished breakfast and got into the car parked outside; Marcus sat in the car, staring blankly at the scenery outside. Get full chapters from 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝔫𝔢𝔱 Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure. He pounded on the window anxiously, and the driver immediately stopped the car. Marcus dashed across the bustling street without regard for the traffic. Hugo Quinn was terrified, his face turning white, anxiously chasing after him. He shouted, his heart nearly stopping as he saw a car narrowly miss Marcus. Marcus had reached the bridge, his face full of joy. He grabbed someone and called out, but when the woman turned around, he realized he’d called the wrong person. The joy on his face slowly faded, replaced by tears the size of beans. Hugo Quinn had caught up, seeing him clutching the woman’s sleeve, knowing he had mistaken her for someone else, quickly hugging him. "Don’t run around recklessly; it can easily lead to accidents." Marcus seemed to come to his senses, tightly wrapping his arms around his neck. "Dad, she’s wearing Mommy’s clothes." His voice was soft and gentle, making Hugo Quinn feel even more sorrowful. "She’s not your Mommy, let’s go back to the car. Don’t do this again; it’s very dangerous." Marcus was always obedient, quietly holding onto his neck. Only now did Hugo Quinn realize that the child hadn’t really recovered; he just didn’t want him to worry, so he chose to go to school. His heart ached, and he took the nearby pedestrian pathway back to the car. The driver, already startled when they got out, was relieved to see them return safely. "Little master, you really scared me. There are so many cars outside; what if something happened to you?" Marcus said nothing, suddenly remembering the first time he met Mommy when he too was in a car, Mommy appeared so battered, walking alone in the rain at night. Without thinking, he ran out and hugged her. He knew from her eyes that she was the one he was looking for, someone warm. "Alright, it’s fine now, let’s drive." Hugo Quinn said plainly, holding Marcus tightly, afraid he’d make another move. The car arrived at the school, Marcus got out and waved back. "Dad, go to the company, remember to eat on time, don’t starve yourself. I’ll call at noon." Hugo Quinn nodded, feeling a wave of warmth in his heart. The driver slowly turned the car towards Grandeur. Yet, waiting for Hugo Quinn downstairs at Grandeur was already Nathaniel Quinn. Hugo Quinn’s face instantly darkened, and as the other came near, he punched him in the face. Nathaniel Quinn looked very distressed, wearing his suit loosely, extremely skinny and nearly unrecognizable, his eyes blank and confused. He slowly knelt down, unsure of what to say, feeling like nothing could make up for his sins. Eleanor Hollis is dead, because of that day’s incident, she’s dead. "Before I decide to kill you, get lost." Hugo Quinn radiated coldness, looking at him indifferently. Nathaniel Quinn’s lips trembled, then he closed his eyes and spoke with a tearful voice. "Uncle, I’m sorry, kill me then." He sought nothing else; if killing him could ease the man’s anger, then let him be killed. Hugo Quinn’s mouth curled into a sneer, suddenly kicking him down and stepping harshly on his chest. "Would killing you bring Eleanor Hollis back? You always claim to love her, yet every action you take hurts her. Nathaniel, Eleanor leaving you was the right choice; your eyes are only for yourself, never caring for her feelings or her wellbeing." Pain shot through Nathaniel Quinn’s heart, so sharp that it made him convulse on the ground. It’s not like that, he loves her very much, loves her so deeply. He didn’t know she would die, thinking that if they were together, they’d return to square one. Perhaps after waking up, Eleanor would still be his wife, and he’d realize he merely had a horrific dream. Right, just a dream.