My own brother has never been , but who can be blamed for these things? In the world of love, there is no right or wrong; it’s merely about one willing to give and the other willing to endure. Julian Sterling cried for a while, and his voice finally softened. He hadn’t slept for several days, tirelessly filming as if by doing so he could temporarily forget about that woman. But when night falls, those wandering thoughts, like a tiny insect, gnaw at his heart. He had a beautiful dream in which Gloria Galloway was still there, dreaming of accompanying her for a bone marrow transplant; everything was so wonderful. But upon waking, reality was so cruel. For half a month, everyone was drained because of Gloria Galloway’s death. Eleanor Hollis’s eyes were still swollen; she had been drinking herbal medicine recently, bitter beyond measure. The doctor said it would be hard for her to conceive. Lately, she and Hugo Quinn went to the hospital and bought a lot of herbal medicine back for treatment. "Mommy, this smell is terrible; have a plum candy." Marcus saw her gulp down that bowl of herbal medicine and hastily placed a plum candy in front of her. However, Eleanor did not take it, because since Gloria’s incident, she hadn’t been eating properly for many days. At this moment, she couldn’t even taste the bitterness of the herbal medicine, as if it were just a bowl of plain water. Hugo sat beside her, watching and sighed, pulling her into his arms. "It’s fate; don’t be sad. If she were still here, she wouldn’t want you to feel this way. She didn’t even dare to tell you she was sick, forcing herself to keep attending your engagements, indicating she didn’t want you to worry." Eleanor opened her mouth but suddenly couldn’t say anything. She wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes and nodded softly. Hugo kissed her forehead, offering some comfort. His greatest concern wasn’t actually Eleanor but Julian Sterling. Julian had never realized his feelings for Gloria, treating her with indifference. Now, when he finally faced his feelings, Gloria had already left; he seemed like a pitiful person forgotten by the world. He had warned him before not to regret it in the end, but hadn’t expected things to turn out . Everyone’s mood was very low, but this gloom was completely shattered by Ashley Dawson’s arrival. Ashley was pregnant with Evan Yancy’s child. The news was like a sudden thunderstrike, instantly waking everyone up. Evan looked at Ashley and suddenly thought of that night; he had indeed spent a night with this person. If she was truly pregnant, the child would certainly have to be born. Ashley had made it very clear before: once she became pregnant, everything would no longer concern him, and the child would be hers alone. Latest content publıshed on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹⟡𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⟡𝙣𝙚𝙩 Still, as the child’s father, Ashley had come to specially remind him. "The child is healthy. I’ll take good care of it. As for marriage, forget it. I won’t ask you to take responsibility, since having the kid is just a task for me." After Ashley spoke, she slightly curled her lips into a smile, looked at Eleanor Hollis, seemingly already assured of victory. Eleanor was truly worried Ashley was carrying a boy because the old man’s rule was clear: whoever gives birth to a boy first inherits the Dawson Family. She had previously thought about it and was determined to keep the Dawson Family in her hands, so she could not let Ashley win. But Ashley was pregnant with Evan’s child, and everyone’s relationship was so good that she really couldn’t bring herself to deal with the child in Ashley’s womb. Moreover, even if the child wasn’t Evan’s, she wouldn’t have the heart to do so, because the child is innocent. "Eleanor Hollis, I’ve already told you, once I take the Dawson Family, the first thing will be to ruin your face." After announcing the child’s matter, Ashley had no intention of lingering here, but she still left some harsh words as she passed by Eleanor. Eleanor’s whole body stiffened, so the Dawson Family must not fall into Ashley’s hands. She feared Ashley would collaborate with Dylan Dawson, which would mean everything was over. But there was no sign from her own belly at all. If Ashley’s child was a boy, she would have already won. Once the child is born, they could immediately inherit the Dawson Family. Hugo noticed Eleanor’s expression and knew she was starting to feel anxious. "Honey, don’t worry. First, take care of your body. We don’t even know yet if her baby is a boy, and now we can’t find out." Eleanor nodded; there was no point in worrying now. She rubbed her temples, as recently too many things had happened, leaving her slightly overwhelmed. Ashley was pregnant with Evan’s child; she wondered how Samantha Sullivan would react once she found out. Thinking about their current state, Eleanor felt a bit sentimental; she had never seen a couple in love like them. Clearly, they liked each other, but one was pregnant with someone else’s child, and the other had gotten someone else pregnant. It was truly absurd. After returning home, she called Samantha and told her about Ashley’s pregnancy. Samantha was silent for a few seconds before speaking softly. "Congratulate him, I guess. Apart from congratulations, I really don’t know what to say. Eleanor, although I know we’ve been over for a long time, every time I think of him, I still feel upset." At first, she had been the one to give up on the relationship, which is why Evan went on to find another woman. She couldn’t blame anyone else. "You’re pregnant; don’t think about these things. Just treat the baby in your womb well." Samantha nodded, and after hanging up the phone, she stared blankly at everything in her home. When she and Evan had been passionately in love, if anyone had told her that in the future she would be pregnant with another’s child, she definitely would have cursed them, but who could have thought that things would develop so absurdly as they had? They could never go back. In the evening, Evan dug out that long-untouched number, looked at it for a while, yet ultimately did not dial out. From the moment Ashley became pregnant, he had completely forfeited the right to express concern for Samantha. Now, they were the same kind of people. He put down the phone and went to the kitchen to make something for Julian Sterling. Julian got out of bed, looking terribly unwell, probably didn’t expect him to still be there, and greeted him faintly from the sofa. Lately, he could zone out at any time, even staring at a painting on the wall for a long time in silence. Evan was worried about his state and wanted to find a psychologist to take a look, but Julian spoke up. "Evan, I want to leave the entertainment industry. Honestly, filming no longer has any meaning for me. Without her, even if I stand in the most conspicuous place, what’s the point? I just want to quietly spend the rest of my time in this house where she once lived." Julian was still very young; this was the age of peak charm for a man, but he was already weary of everything outside and just wanted to spend his days in this small house. "I support you. As long as you eat on time and take care of yourself, no matter what you do, I’ll support you." Julian curved his lips and immediately called to announce a press conference.