Hugo Quinn was right that day; Felix Ford is someone who yearns for light. Felix did not appear very eager. He has always known that Eleanor Hollis is wary of him, so he seldom goes upstairs except to sleep. He turned around and went downstairs, his figure lonely. Eleanor suddenly felt that he might be feeling uncomfortable too. He and Dylan Dawson are true friends; this might be the first time he’s opposed to his own friend. Marcus suddenly reached out a hand and grabbed hers. Eleanor’s mouth slightly curved up, she rubbed his head and took him to her room. The butler had already arranged for food to be brought up. They sat together and slowly ate the prepared meal. "Mommy, how is Daddy doing?" Although he was happy to be with Mommy, he was still somewhat worried about Daddy. "It’s alright, he’s fine. I just talked to him on the phone last night. Eat well and don’t worry about other things." Marcus nodded, his lips pressed together. They ate a little, but then he couldn’t eat any more. He felt something was wrong with his body these past two days. He scratched his skin, feeling a bit scared. Because he felt bumps on his skin, and they were in large patches. "Mommy, I have something growing on my back." He got up, lifted his shirt, and looked at Eleanor for help. It was only then that Eleanor noticed that the child was getting chickenpox. Although it’s a minor illness, it couldn’t be ignored. "It’s chickenpox, don’t worry. I’ll have the doctor take a look, just take your medicine on time. Marcus, getting chickenpox is normal, don’t be afraid." Fınd the newest release on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚑𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚑𝕟𝕖𝕥 Marcus, who was initially feeling anxious, instantly felt relieved upon hearing her words. Eleanor immediately informed Felix Ford about the situation, and the doctor arrived quickly. That evening, Marcus developed a high fever. The doctor prescribed some medicine and then gave Eleanor a look, indicating he had something to say. "Doctor, what’s wrong?" Eleanor understood the doctor’s signal and quickly went into the hallway. "Has this kid had some psychological issues in the past? It’s normal for kids to get chickenpox, but his constitution doesn’t seem prone to it. I suspect psychological factors might have triggered his body’s reaction. If the child has had communication barriers before, you must accompany him closely, or the consequences could be severe." Eleanor froze completely; Marcus had autism before, which is a kind of psychological disorder. It seems he must have felt something recently, which made him overthink but unwilling to speak about it. She sighed, thanked the doctor, and walked back into the room. Marcus had taken the medication and was already a bit drowsy. "Mommy, am I very sick?" Marcus said softly, his face flushed with fever. Eleanor grasped his hand and kissed it. "Why would you think that?" Marcus looked at the ceiling, an indescribable expression on his face. "That’s how it is in the movies. When the doctor calls the family aside to talk, it means the patient’s condition is very serious, and they might need to prepare for the worst. Mommy, I don’t want to die yet; neither you nor Daddy have prepared the wedding." Eleanor’s eyes instantly reddened, "Hush, it’s not like you think, Marcus. The doctor just asked me to spend more time with you. You know you’ve shut yourself off before. The doctor is worried it might happen again and wants me to be more attentive. I’m sorry, Marcus, I’ve been busy calling your dad that I’ve ignored your feelings." Marcus’s mouth broke into a sweet smile as he tightly held Eleanor’s hand. "That’s not true, Mommy, I like you very much. The first time I saw you, I knew you were my mommy; your eyes are so much like mine." The first meeting was on that bedraggled rainy night. Thinking of this, Eleanor pressed her lips tightly. It was the most miserable time for her, yet she encountered such a bright light. "Don’t worry, Mommy, I’m fine." Originally, Eleanor was supposed to comfort Marcus, but in the end, it was Marcus who comforted her. She forced a smile and carefully tucked his blanket in. "Have a good rest. I’ll be with you all the time." Marcus nodded solemnly. He really liked Mommy, though he regretted not being her real son. Eleanor held Marcus’s hand, watching him gradually fall into slumber, her eyes reddened again. She had no idea how Hugo Quinn was doing now. She wouldn’t tell him about Marcus’s illness; it would only make him worry. Because she didn’t say a word, Hugo indeed did not know about Marcus’s illness. He tapped on his computer, ensuring the plan was foolproof, then set the computer aside. Dylan Dawson’s injury should be almost healed. Given the hatred that person has for the Quinton Family, it seems they will soon come knocking. Looks like the plan can now be put into action. Dylan still didn’t know about Hugo Quinn’s plan. He gathered some of his people, planning to confront Hugo directly. Anyway, it was a matter of life and death; he never feared death. But just as he was about to act, someone brought him news that his parents were still alive. Dylan was completely taken aback, staring at his subordinate in front of him. "Boss, I recently got in touch with a friend who works in the detention center. He mentioned your parents, and when he checked the list of detainees, he found out that your parents are still alive." A spark of excitement flashed in Dylan’s heart, but soon, he calmed down. How could the news have come so coincidentally, just when he was planning to act? "Boss, this is a photo my friend took. I don’t know if they’re your parents." Dylan quickly took the photo and examined it, his eyes gradually reddening. It was his parents; although they had aged, those faces couldn’t belong to anyone else. "Let’s go. We’ll take a look tonight." Though he felt the timing was a coincidence, being about his parents, he couldn’t consider too much. That evening, he took a helicopter to Serenford. The detention center in Serenford was heavily guarded, and sneaking in wasn’t easy. Dylan crafted a fake identity and put on makeup to ensure he wouldn’t be recognized before he boldly walked inside. What he didn’t know was that the moment he entered, several cars suddenly appeared around, surrounding the entire detention center. Hugo’s men and the police held guns, sternly watching all exits, not even leaving a single window unguarded for Dylan. As Dylan walked further in, he increasingly felt uneasy. Wasn’t the detention center supposed to be heavily guarded? Why hadn’t he encountered anyone apart from the two at the front gate, not even any prisoners? A glint of darkness flashed in Dylan’s eyes, and he suddenly turned around to go back, but the stronger his unease grew as he walked. Upon reaching the main entrance, many police cars were parked outside, and Hugo stood at the forefront.