Eleanor Hollis finally felt completely at ease and a smile appeared on her lips. She had a dream. Lately, she had been avoiding the reality that Gloria Galloway was gone, but unexpectedly, she dreamed of her tonight. When she woke up, it was the middle of the night. Eleanor was drenched in sweat. She picked up the phone next to her and checked the time—it was three in the morning. Hugo Quinn wasn’t in bed; the bed was cold. She didn’t know where he had gone. Eleanor got out of bed, draped a coat over her shoulders, and went to check the study first. There was light in the study, and the door was ajar. Just as Eleanor was about to push it open, she heard a voice inside. "President, are you really not planning to tell Miss Hollis that it’s impossible for her to get pregnant?" It was Lan Yancy’s voice, but what he said made Eleanor freeze. She remembered the doctor once saying that if she tried hard, there was still a slim chance of conceiving. "Lan Yancy, it would make her sad." He could tell that Eleanor really wanted a child, a child with him. "But the traditional medicine Miss Hollis has been drinking is only for removing dampness, unrelated to pregnancy. Seeing her hopes every day, it’s quite disheartening." The two men in the study were silent, and so was Eleanor outside the door. She realized she would never be able to get pregnant in this life. All her careful health adjustments had been in vain. "We could always resort to surrogacy, but I noticed Miss Hollis seems a bit opposed to the idea." Eleanor didn’t want to hear anymore. She hurriedly left and returned to her bed. With this newfound knowledge, she couldn’t fall asleep again. In her daze, Hugo had already come back to bed and was holding her in his arms. Eleanor’s throat felt a bit dry. She wanted to say something but found she had no strength. If they wanted a child, surrogacy was the only way. Hugo must be disappointed too, that there is no child between them. Read complete versıon only at 𝗻𝗼𝘷𝗲𝗹•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥 Yet he took care of her feelings and had been holding back from telling her the truth. The next day, Eleanor got up very early, the villa was filled with the smell of herbal medicine which had persisted for a long time. Remembering the conversation last night, she went to the kitchen. "Pour out the herbal medicine, there’s no need to boil it anymore in the future." The chefs were stunned; this was something Miss Hollis had previously insisted on, and they heard it was related to pregnancy. "It’s unnecessary, I won’t drink it anymore." As she spoke these words, she covered the disappointment in her eyes. The chefs saw she was serious and quickly poured the medicine down the drain. Eleanor returned to the sofa, sighed, her heart still heavy with disappointment. Not long after, Hugo also came downstairs. "Good morning, husband," she said with a smile, as if nothing had happened. Hugo nodded and planted a kiss on her forehead. "Why are you up so early?" Lately, Eleanor had been sleeping a lot, waking up this early was a first. "Husband, I thought it over last night. Let’s go for surrogacy. I feel like I won’t be able to conceive, and surrogacy is the only option." Hugo looked at her in surprise, his brows suddenly knitted together. "Eleanor, I’ll comply with whatever you wish, but have you really thought this through? Our child would grow inside another woman’s womb. Although she’s just a vessel, it might still affect the child somewhat." Eleanor opened her mouth but hesitated, her heart wavering. However, thinking that she and Hugo might never have a child, she lowered her eyes. "I’ve thought about it. Leave the choice of the woman to you and Lan Yancy, just let me know when to go to the hospital for IVF." Hugo saw her deep sadness, realizing she was only forcing herself to say this. "My love, if you don’t want to, no one will force you. A child is not important to me, having you and Marcus is enough. Please believe me." Eleanor believed him, but as a woman, she truly wanted to give her beloved a child. "I’ve thought it over all night, so let’s proceed." Hugo didn’t press further. She was an adult and knew what she was doing. The IVF procedure went smoothly, and although Eleanor went through some hardships, it was far better than for other women. "I’ve already had Lan Yancy find a suitable woman. Eleanor, what’s next has nothing to do with us. Let’s go." Eleanor nodded, her face pale as he helped her up. Sienna Jenkins stood outside the door. She was the person chosen this time, and she was Miles Jenkins’ sister. However, she had Miles help her forge a new identity. Meeting Hugo Quinn and Eleanor Hollis would revert back to the day she awoke. Upon hearing that it was Eleanor’s donation that saved her, she begged her brother to meet them, and Miles agreed to her request. Furthermore, she learned from her brother’s mouth that he liked Eleanor very much. She and Miles waited downstairs at the Grandeur company’s building. When Eleanor appeared, Sienna’s eyes instantly lit up. She was indeed a beautiful woman. She originally wanted to go thank her. However, after taking a few steps, she got knocked to the ground by someone. She looked up to see an exquisitely handsome face apologizing softly before walking briskly toward Eleanor. That collision seemed to have struck something deep within her heart. She eventually didn’t go to express her gratitude, watching the two walk further and further together, intertwined. After returning home, she seemed to be in a frenzy, dreaming of him every day. His smile, his gentleness, all etched into her mind. She lived like a person shrouded in darkness, carefully guarding this secret. Later on, her body fully recovered, and by chance, she learned of their surrogacy plans. She begged her brother to help her, and she successfully obtained the qualifications. She was only nineteen, still supposed to be in school, but for even the slightest connection with someone she adored, she decided to become a surrogate. She knew it was wrong to have feelings for Hugo; after all, had it not been for Eleanor’s donations, she wouldn’t have survived. Eleanor was her benefactor. She shouldn’t covet her benefactor’s man, but sometimes people can’t control the longings in their hearts. Sienna sat outside for a long time, still not seeing Hugo. She could only follow the doctor to the operating room. Hugo had already helped Eleanor into the car, gently holding her in his arms. "Sleep if you’re sleepy. I’m here with you." Eleanor nodded, her eyes a bit sore, and she suddenly felt that being a woman wasn’t easy. Doing IVF was incredibly taxing. Her body wasn’t suited for pregnancy and could no longer be conditioned, otherwise, raising children would still be possible. A sense of loss crossed her eyes, and she sighed faintly. The car soon stopped at their doorstep. They had lunch, took a nap on the sofa, then received news from the hospital that an embryo was successfully implanted and that the child would grow healthily from now on. A pang gripped Eleanor’s heart, an indescribable feeling.