Samantha Sullivan paused her grip on the cup; she had never thought about the child’s name. Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝕟𝕖𝕥 "Let’s decide once he’s born. You both will be the child’s godmothers." Gloria Galloway’s eyes showed a hint of loss. She figured she wouldn’t be able to wait until the child was born; the doctor had said she had at most three months, and at this rate, she might not even make it for three months. Yet her face remained expressionless, "Alright, I’ll definitely give the child a really big gift." The three of them chatted and laughed, but Gloria Galloway’s complexion kept getting worse, although because of the makeup on her face, Eleanor Hollis and Samantha Sullivan couldn’t notice. Her hand holding the chopsticks was trembling uncontrollably, so she hurriedly ate a few bites before putting them down. "Sorry, I don’t have much appetite today." She ate too little—Eleanor Hollis frowned and served her a bowl of soup. "You’ve lost a lot of weight recently, probably because of Julian Sterling. Why don’t you consider really getting a divorce? Gloria, you’re not happy at all right now." Gloria Galloway shook her head. No matter what, she wouldn’t get a divorce; in her life’s final days, she hoped Julian Sterling would accompany her through it all. Both of them saw her being so stubborn and didn’t know what to say; they could only keep urging her to eat a little more. Until the end, Eleanor Hollis and Samantha Sullivan left first; Gloria Galloway stood where she was, waiting for them to walk far away before leaning on a nearby pillar to rest. Pain, her whole body hurt; today was supposed to be the day for her chemotherapy, but because of this gathering, it had been delayed. She guessed maybe Eleanor had noticed something; even though Hugo Quinn hadn’t told her everything, he had still given her a hint. Gloria Galloway wiped the bloodstains from the corner of her mouth, sighed in relief, it seemed Eleanor hadn’t suspected. Eleanor Hollis returned home to find Marcus sitting on the sofa watching a movie, a smile tugging at her lips; she went to the kitchen to cut some fruit, then sat with him. Marcus called sweetly, a slight curve on his lips. Eleanor Hollis ruffled his head, her eyes filled with contentment. The biggest gain from being with Hugo Quinn was having this obedient son. "Eat some fruit, don’t scratch, bear with it." Marcus nodded; sometimes he couldn’t help it and would scratch around the chickenpox. Hugo Quinn has become very busy recently because he promised Felix Ford he’d help clean up his business; it’s a tremendously arduous task, and even for him, it’s a strain. Thus, he began to leave early and return late, spending every day at the company to oversee things. Lan Yancy is on vacation recently, so he took on everything himself. Eleanor Hollis noticed the dark circles under his eyes and whipped up different types of soup every day to help him replenish his body. Half a month later, Marcus’s chickenpox finally healed, and it was school season. Eleanor suddenly worried about the child’s unfinished homework but, after flipping through Marcus’s bag, found out that he had long completed all of his winter break assignments. On the first day of school, she personally took him to register. At school, she ran into quite a few of Marcus’s classmates; many parents seized the opportunity to get close to her, probably knowing her identity. Eleanor was not adept at such things; after finishing all the procedures, she hurriedly left. She planned to visit the office to see Hugo Quinn but suddenly received a call from Julian Sterling saying Gloria Galloway couldn’t be found anywhere; there was only a letter left behind, saying she wanted to see the beauty of the country’s landscapes and just left. Eleanor quickly phoned Hugo Quinn, and a group headed to Julian Sterling’s home. Julian Sterling sat dejectedly on the sofa, holding the note left by Gloria Galloway. ——Dear husband, I’m sorry. I’ve thought it over and have decided to wander a bit. The divorce papers are on the coffee table, I’ve already signed them. As long as you sign them, we’ll be divorced. The world is vast, and I no longer wish to be trapped in this small world. Farewell. This wasn’t something Gloria Galloway would do; not long ago, Eleanor had met Gloria who said, no matter what, she wouldn’t divorce Julian Sterling. What was the reason that made her give up so quickly? "What did you do to her?" Eleanor was somewhat angry at Julian Sterling; she had seen the change in Gloria Galloway before and after marriage. Julian Sterling must have disappointed her greatly for her to choose to leave. Julian Sterling, for a moment, couldn’t find the words. He opened his mouth, then closed it in despondency. "She didn’t love me that much, and I wasn’t good enough to her. Our divorce is deserved, but I want to know where she is now. I’ve visited all the places she likes but haven’t seen her." Eleanor slowly closed her eyes. After a long while, she glanced at Hugo Quinn beside her and found he hadn’t said anything from the start. She got up and went to Gloria Galloway’s bedroom, where it was very tidy, clearly cleaned purposely. The real departure is so silent, on a clear day wearing her favorite coat and never coming back; this was Gloria Galloway’s final decisiveness. Eleanor opened the wardrobe, found Gloria had taken the few jackets she wore most often, and had even rehung her down jacket. She reached into the wardrobe, finding a crumpled piece of paper. This paper was hidden between the clothes; probably Gloria herself didn’t realize it. It was the day she’d received her diagnosis; she’d broken down crying in the bedroom, angrily crumpled the paper and tossed it into the wardrobe. But her emotions had shifted too intensely that day, she’d forgotten where the paper went, thinking she’d thrown it into the trash. She even cleaned out the garbage can thoroughly to prevent Julian from discovering it. But later she realized she’d overthought it; Julian didn’t even notice her drastic weight loss, so how could he notice a scrap of paper in the trash? Confused, Eleanor unfolded the paper and her pupils suddenly widened; the crumpled paper fell to the ground in an instant. Leukemia? Gloria Galloway? This is simply a joke. Her face clouded, she bent down to pick up the paper ball, walked downstairs, and threw it at Julian Sterling. "Look carefully at what Gloria Galloway has been going through?! Julian Sterling, if something really happens to her, you will regret it for the rest of your life!" Julian Sterling suddenly felt scared; he opened the paper ball, a bolt of shock hitting him all over. How could Gloria Galloway have leukemia? She was fine before, how could this happen... "Quickly find her, there’s no use in arguing now. Find her first." Hugo Quinn said calmly, though he felt somewhat afraid. For some reason, he felt Gloria might have..... Everyone immediately mobilized their people to search, eventually finding the hospital where Gloria Galloway had been undergoing chemotherapy.