Hugo Quinn couldn’t be bothered to look at him again and was about to head inside the building. Nathaniel Quinn clung to his leg, his whole face dirty, with tearstains leaving furrows on his cheeks. "Uncle, what can I do to make amends for this? Tell me, as long as I can do it, I will. I didn’t mean to; I never thought it would come to this..." The past few days had been unbearable for him; he couldn’t eat or drink, and Eleanor Hollis’s voice chastising him constantly reverberated in his ears. He was a bastard, a scum! Hugo Quinn kicked him away, his face full of anger. Killing this person would be too easy for him; he wanted him to live well and forever in this kind of pain. Nathaniel Quinn howled, wiping his tears with his head lowered. "Why does everyone say I shouldn’t be with her? I love her too, care about her so much. Why doesn’t she love me? We’ve been together for five years, how long have you been together? Why can’t I take her back!!" Tears kept streaming from his eyes, even as he embarrassingly tried to wipe them away, but they continued to flow relentlessly. Hugo Quinn didn’t reply; this person’s thoughts were just like Old Master Quinn’s, always thinking only of themselves. After sitting in the top floor office, he reached up to rub his temples, feeling like these days had been so long, longer than a year. "President, Old Master Quinn has called." Lan Yancy said respectfully beside him, devoid of any expression on his face. "Why is he calling? Repeat what I said before and remind him again." Hugo Quinn opened his laptop, his fingers tapping away at the keyboard. Lan Yancy took the phone to find a quiet place. "Old Master Quinn, the President has made it very clear: he has left the Quinton Family. He is not part of the family anymore, and you are not his father. Remember this and do not call again in the future." Old Master Quinn trembled with anger upon hearing Lan Yancy’s words, thinking how could blood ties be so easily severed! "Lan Yancy, I remember it was me who sent you to Hugo’s side back then." His tone turned suddenly stern, sneering as he spoke. Lan Yancy’s demeanor remained very respectful. "Old Master, you’re right, but in my heart, there’s only the President. I only listen to him." "So you only listen to him! Who do you think you are? You’re nothing more than a dog by his side! Dare you come here and lecture me?" Lan Yancy’s eyes flickered, and he hung up the phone, feeling slightly relieved. Despite such a big incident, Old Master Quinn never regretted it. It seems the relationship between him and the President could never be mended. Old Master Quinn, hearing the phone hang up, threw the phone he was holding in anger, his chest heaving violently. Now anyone can ride over his head; damn it! He saw Simon Quinn sitting dazed on the sofa and couldn’t help but frown. "Why didn’t you bring Jane Shaw over? Didn’t you marry her already? And Chloe, I haven’t seen Chloe in a long time." Simon Quinn suddenly came to, pulling a corner of his mouth. "She wants to divorce me, and Chloe doesn’t want to see me either." Old Master Quinn’s eyes widened, and he slammed a hand on the table. "It’s ridiculous! Why want a divorce?! How long have you been married?! Doesn’t she know this will make the entire Quinton Family a laughingstock, especially since she’s already had a daughter for you? What else could she be unsatisfied with?" Simon Quinn’s eyes flickered, suddenly at a loss for how to reply to Old Master Quinn. The other wasn’t wrong, but when did he start to disagree with some of his views? "Dad, do you think we were wrong about Eleanor’s case?" After all, that was a life, Eleanor was only twenty-five when she lost her life, it indeed wasn’t fair to her. "Where were we wrong? If she hadn’t coveted what wasn’t hers, she wouldn’t have died. I warned her before; I would not agree for her to be with Hugo, and I would make them separate. It was her own wishful thinking." Old Master Quinn’s tone was righteous, impatiently waving his hand. "Hugo is sad now, but after a year or two, will he still be this sad? Maybe by then, he won’t even remember who Eleanor Hollis is. A man should never trap himself in emotions. When Hugo married Grace Lynch before, he handled it well, but with Eleanor Hollis, he got entangled." Speaking of this, Old Master Quinn’s eyes were full of resentment; if it weren’t for Eleanor Hollis, how could his relationship with his son have come to this? Simon Quinn stayed silent, unable to say anything, quietly drinking a sip of tea from the table, then closing his eyes. The Quinton Family was very peaceful tonight, and both went to bed early. Simon Quinn opened his phone, wanting to contact Jane Shaw, but thinking of the look in her eyes, he hesitated again. After listening to Old Master Quinn tonight, he realized Jane Shaw was right; the Quinton Family was full of cold-blooded people, only Hugo was different. He gently set his phone down, sighed, and quietly fell asleep. Serenford was stirred for several days by the news of Eleanor Hollis’s death, with nearly everyone watching Hugo Quinn, wanting to see what he would do following her death. But news from Grandeur suggested Hugo Quinn had been busy with work recently, keeping his feet off the ground. Some felt pity for Eleanor Hollis, thinking men are truly heartless, focused on work even after someone has died. Yet others said Hugo Quinn was using work to numb himself, his heart still on Eleanor Hollis. But neither account was confirmed by Hugo himself. Since waking, Eleanor Hollis had been staring out the window blankly; many came to see her, but she didn’t recognize them, remaining silent. Only when Xavier Crawford visited did she force herself to say a few words. She looked at the buildings entirely different from those in Serenford and knew she had already traveled far, her heart filled with a sense of loss. "Europe, Morvania. Eleanor, the doctors say you need to rest well. Don’t think about anything for now and just focus on recovery here." Eleanor tightly clutched the blanket, not expecting she had come to another country, feeling the distance between her and Hugo Quinn seemed increasingly vast. She recalled her own wretchedness that day, like a clown being pointed and gossiped about, seemingly becoming the evil woman criticized by all, engaging in disreputable acts with both her boyfriend and ex-husband. Google seaʀᴄh 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝙣𝙚𝙩 That was Old Master Quinn’s goal: to ruin her reputation so she would never have the face to be with Hugo Quinn again.