But at that time, she was still young, not even ten, and had no impression of that man. "I’m not sure about that, miss. The old master has made it very clear that only the person who first gives birth to a son can inherit the family. You shouldn’t be spending your time on Eleanor Hollis now; rather, you should hurry and find a man to have a child with." Ashley Dawson absentmindedly looked at her nails, "I understand. Isn’t it just finding a man? That’s simple." She glanced down at Eleanor Hollis, a fleeting expression crossing her eyes. "Fortunately, little Marcus is Hugo Quinn’s ex-wife’s child, otherwise I would have lost this battle before it even began." The old master only gave a year and a half; within that time, a child must be born to have the right to inherit the family. Before the Quinton Family became the dominant force in Serenford, the Dawson Family was the most prestigious family in the entire Serenford, but it seemed like the family was cursed as each generation only gave birth to daughters, and by her generation, there were almost no male heirs left. Back then, after her mother gave birth to her and her twin sister, she passed away. Furious that another girl was born, the old master directly threw one away, and the one he threw away was Eleanor. She was not sure how Eleanor later became a child of the Hollis Family. Recently, the old master suddenly remembered this granddaughter and sent someone to find her. However, Hugo always protected Eleanor well, and it took them a lot of time to locate her. What the old master wants to see most now is for a daughter of the Dawson Family to give birth to a son, so that the family wouldn’t be left without an heir. The Dawson Family doesn’t have any businesses in Serenford, so they encountered many difficulties while searching for someone in Serenford. Fortunately, they finally discovered Eleanor Hollis’s existence. The old master has given a timeframe of just a year and a half. After that, if neither of the two births a boy, then everything of the Dawson Family will fall into the hands of outsiders, that being the man who was adopted by the old master as a stepson, whose methods are superb and is likely to obstruct them during this year and a half. Ashley Dawson squinted her eyes, thinking that if she killed Eleanor Hollis now, it would at least eliminate one strong enemy. "Miss, you can’t. The old master must see Eleanor Hollis." The bodyguard seemed to have guessed her intention and hurriedly reached out to stop her. Ashley put away the gun and said nothing more. The car soon arrived at the outskirts, where there was a high mountain. On the mountain stood an old villa, which was the stronghold of the Dawson Family. Just that, over these years, the Dawson Family had been too low-key and had withdrawn from Serenford early on, so now there are few people in Serenford who know of its existence. As soon as the car stopped at the entrance, two rows of bodyguards came out, and the dignified old master was the last to appear. "Ashley, you’re back." The old master’s voice held no affection, as if the one standing before him was not his granddaughter. Ashley Dawson was used to their interactions , slightly nodded, and directed people to help Eleanor Hollis down from the car. "Grandfather, this is my twin sister." Satisfaction flashed across the old master’s face, a slight curve appearing at the corner of his mouth. "Not bad, I heard she is already married. Ashley, you must strive hard. I said that whoever births a boy within a year and a half will be the heir of the family." Ashley’s hands instantly clenched as Eleanor Hollis had already walked ahead of her. However, she had inquired with the doctor and learned it’s very difficult for Eleanor to conceive, so she wasn’t worried for now. She just needed to find a man and have a child as soon as possible. "Her husband is Hugo Quinn, and any child born will surely be intelligent. Ashley, the Dawson Family needs a smart heir." The old master spoke again, becoming more satisfied the more he looked at Eleanor, wishing she could give birth to a son immediately. Ashley gritted her teeth, realizing that the old master was indirectly telling her that she couldn’t casually find a man’s seed; the child’s father had to be outstanding. "Grandfather, I understand." Eleanor Hollis was escorted inside, and the group sat on the villa’s sofa. She awoke an hour later. The sight met by unfamiliar decor, she recalled the woman she had seen before fainting, and her body shivered, turning her head to find that woman sitting beside her. Suddenly seeing someone who looked exactly like oneself, who could accept such a thing? "Eleanor, you’re awake." An elderly, kind voice came, and Eleanor Hollis stiffened all over, only then realizing there were quite a few others sitting opposite her. She kept a wary eye on them, pondering how to contact Hugo Quinn. The old man smiled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁 Eleanor saw at a glance that this old man was someone who cared only for himself. "I am your grandfather." Impossible. In the Hollis Family, she had seen Nicholas Hollis’s father, who didn’t look . "You’ve got the wrong person. I am a member of the Hollis Family." She rose to leave, but Ashley Dawson, who was sitting next to her, spoke up. "Seeing our similar faces, aren’t you curious? Eleanor, you are not really from the Hollis Family. The child that Hollis Family gave birth to back then was strangled to death by her own hands." A buzzing sound filled Eleanor’s head. Her mother was Rachel Lynch; how could Rachel possibly strangle her own daughter? These people must be talking nonsense. Ashley stood up, a mocking curve on her lips. "Ever since Rachel joined the Hollis Family, all her thoughts were on that man. She wanted to have a son, not a daughter. At that time, she was already obsessed. When she knew she had given birth to a daughter, she strangled the child to death on the spot. Meanwhile, you were abandoned by the Dawson Family. Your grandmother feared that Rachel, when she sobered up, would collapse, so she took you, who had been abandoned, home." These things were too convoluted; even if Eleanor understood them, she couldn’t quite grasp it. "If you don’t believe it, just ask your grandmother directly." The old man clapped his hands, and Bridget Sutton was soon brought out by someone. They had just spoken on the phone not long ago. She thought this person was in the countryside, only to find she had been brought here. "Grandmother, are you all right? Did they trouble you?" Bridget Sutton shook her head, looking at Eleanor with a complex expression, and heavily sighed. "Eleanor, what they say is true. At that time, Rachel had a mental problem and was always wanting a son. When I entered the delivery room, I saw she had already strangled the baby and passed out herself. I quickly dealt with the dead infant. When Rachel woke up, she kept asking where her child was, having forgotten she strangled the baby. Afraid she would remember those unbearable memories, I found you in a trash can in the hallway, having just been born, so I..."