Eleanor Hollis nodded, looking at the comatose Bridget Sutton, her eyes reddening. Bridget Sutton was pushed back into the ward, and Eleanor Hollis stayed by her side until Hugo Quinn arrived. Hugo Quinn learned the news later and rushed over by noon. Sienna Jenkins, standing at the door of the ward, called out, bowing slightly. Hugo Quinn nodded, surprised to see her there. He entered the ward and saw Eleanor Hollis sitting dazedly in a chair, his heart aching. "Eleanor, everything will be okay." Eleanor Hollis nodded, and he pulled her into his arms. "I was really scared just now. Gloria just left, and I still haven’t accepted the news of a friend’s death. If Grandma also left, I might really not be able to bear the blow." Hugo Quinn kept patting her back, gently comforting her. Sienna Jenkins saw all of this, her hands gradually clenching, her teeth grinding slightly. This scene was truly glaring. Why couldn’t the woman in Hugo Quinn’s arms be her! "By the way, we owe a lot to Sienna Jenkins this time. She came down and happened to see Grandma having a fit and called the doctor. Otherwise, I might really not have seen Grandma again." Eleanor Hollis stayed in Hugo Quinn’s arms for a while, then looked up at him and said. Hugo Quinn nodded and glanced at Sienna Jenkins, who was still standing at the door. A sparkle instantly rose in Sienna Jenkins’ eyes, and she waved her hand awkwardly, "No thanks needed. I just happened to be there." Sienna Jenkins felt as though she had been lifted from hell to heaven, dazed. Hugo Quinn had thanked her, and in such a gentle tone. It turns out that being treated so gently by him makes one so happy. She stood there for a while, not wanting to leave, but knowing she shouldn’t stay too long, lest they become suspicious. All she needed was to patiently wait, slowly breaking down their defenses until finally replacing Eleanor Hollis. Bridget Sutton awoke from her coma in the middle of the night. She had no strength to speak, only staring straight at the ceiling, her face full of urgency. "Grandma, Grandma, how are you?" Eleanor Hollis stood up joyfully as she saw her awake and touched her forehead. Bridget Sutton saw her beloved granddaughter and thought of Hugo Quinn having another woman’s child, causing her heart to ache. Even though the US has been advocating for gender equality, there’s still a long way to go. In today’s society, if the male is the reason they can’t have children, they would choose IVF, a method causing the woman pain. If the woman can’t have children, the man would certainly divorce her and find another one. Probably that’s Eleanor Hollis’s situation. To avoid divorce, she compromised and allowed Hugo Quinn to have a child with another woman. The more she thought about it, the more it pained her, feeling a lump in her throat, unable to breathe. She wanted to call Luna, but after struggling for a while, she still couldn’t utter those three words, only looking at Eleanor Hollis with a pained expression. Eleanor Hollis knew her grandmother was calling for her, quickly holding her hand. "Everything will be okay, Grandma. Believe me, I will always be here with you." Bridget Sutton blinked, noticing Hugo Quinn nearby, her gaze suddenly turning cold. But neither of them noticed this change. Bridget Sutton was angry, mad at Hugo Quinn, and at her granddaughter for lacking principles, yet she was still ill and being angry wouldn’t change anything now. She opened her mouth, called out for a while, and then slowly closed her eyes. Too tired, coupled with being overly angry, only felt a burning pain in her chest. When a person is approaching their end, they become acutely aware of their body’s state. Bridget Sutton slowly clenched Eleanor Hollis’s hand with effort and then drifted into sleep. Eleanor Hollis sat beside her, not daring to make a sound. Bridget Sutton’s heart felt clogged, which worsened all sorts of complications. In the end, the doctors were helpless, only advising them to make the elderly happy, to cherish every day she lived. Reaching this age, she had already lived a long life. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽 Eleanor Hollis hadn’t left the hospital for days, grasping Bridget Sutton’s hand and talking to her gently whenever she was awake. Bridget Sutton always stared at her, her eyes both loving and anxious, as if she had much to say but lacked the strength to speak. Eleanor Hollis stayed at the hospital for half a month. In the afternoon, Bridget Sutton suddenly sat up, her spirits improved somewhat. "This might be a final resurgence of energy for the elderly, time is short. If there are any unfulfilled wishes she has, as her descendants, you all should fulfill them quickly." The doctor called Eleanor Hollis outside and whispered to her. Eleanor Hollis’s face instantly turned pale. "Is there no other way? When she was admitted to the hospital, everything was fine." The doctor shook his head, the elderly’s body couldn’t withstand the torment; illness strikes like a mountain crashing down. Eleanor Hollis’s shoulders slumped instantly, her nose turning sour, fighting back tears. A child’s figure suddenly ran down the corridor, it was Marcus, brought by Hugo Quinn. Eleanor Hollis sniffed, forcing the tears in her eyes to stay back. Marcus nodded, holding her hand. "Papa asked me to come and talk to Grandma, Mommy, is she very sick?" Eleanor Hollis’s heart ached for a moment, squeezing a smile, taking him into the ward. "Yes, try to talk to Grandma when you can." Marcus nodded, quickly sitting down obediently when he saw the elderly lady lying in bed. Bridget Sutton’s eyes were filled with a smile, but the pain in her chest grew more severe, each breath seemed to bring in poisoned air, making her uncomfortable. She could only look lovingly at the people in the ward, her lips moving slightly. After a long while, she felt for something under her pillow, a long-kept item she had hidden. Eleanor Hollis saw and quickly spread her hand, revealing a small longevity lock in her palm. Bridget Sutton’s eyes showed deep emotion. It was originally meant for Eleanor’s child; she had especially asked a craftsman from the village to make it, taking a month. She hadn’t expected that Eleanor couldn’t have children, how could her granddaughter be so unfortunate. Seeing the longevity lock, Eleanor Hollis felt her eyes sting with tears. "Grandma, rest assured. When my child is born, I will give this lock to him." Bridget Sutton’s lips tugged slightly; her granddaughter probably didn’t realize she had heard about her secret. She sighed, closing her eyes gently. Eleanor Hollis’s heart trembled, lately fearing the elderly would close her eyes and never reopen them. She slowed her breathing, even her footsteps turned lighter. By noon, Bridget Sutton woke up again, still unable to speak, her hands making gestures in the air. Eleanor Hollis covered her mouth and started crying, wiping her tears clumsily. "Grandma, I know what you want to say. You want me to take good care of myself, right? I will be obedient. Don’t get agitated, I will definitely be obedient."