Bridget Sutton smiled, the light in her eyes slowly disappearing, suddenly becoming gloomy. Eleanor Hollis clutched her hand, opened her mouth, but found her throat blocked, unable to say anything. Sienna Jenkins suddenly walked in, seemingly just realizing the situation in the room, and immediately shut her mouth. Eleanor Hollis didn’t pay her any mind, her eyes already blurred by tears. Bridget Sutton saw Sienna Jenkins come in, her pupils suddenly contracted, she grasped Eleanor Hollis’s hand tightly, then suddenly relaxed and slowly let go. Eleanor Hollis shouted, quickly calling over the doctor. A few doctors rushed into the room, knocking Sienna Jenkins into the wall at the door, she was a bit angry, she was carrying Hugo Quinn’s child in her belly, if something happened, could these people bear the responsibility?! "Miss Hollis, I’m sorry, we’ve done everything we can." The doctor who came in saw the scene, after a while of resuscitation, took off his mask and said apologetically. Eleanor Hollis’s mind buzzed, her legs weak as she knelt to the ground. Hugo Quinn reached out to hold her, tightly pursing his lips. "It’s all my fault, if Grandma hadn’t saved me when I was little, she wouldn’t have died, it’s all me." She murmured to herself, her eyes unfocused. Hugo Quinn, heart aching, held her, "Don’t cry, it’s not your fault." Eleanor Hollis seemed trapped in a cycle of self-doubt, sometimes muttering Gloria’s name, sometimes muttering Grandma’s. "Doctor, give her a sedative shot." Hugo Quinn urgently clasped her shoulders, said to the doctor. A few doctors quickly nodded, slowly injecting the sedative into Eleanor Hollis’s body. Eleanor Hollis clung tightly to Hugo Quinn’s clothes, crying nonstop, her tears soaking the fabric on his chest. Hugo Quinn patted her back, sighed. Marcus raised his face, his eyes red. Hugo Quinn’s heart ached, he rubbed his head. Bridget Sutton left suddenly, no one could accept it. A group of people from the countryside also rushed over, everyone was very silent, Hugo Quinn was always busy with the old lady’s funeral arrangements and had to take care of the silent Eleanor Hollis. Grandma’s card still had some savings, previously Liam Lynch and Stella Lynch who were difficult and haughty weren’t in a hurry to take the money, both changed a lot, after helping with a few days of funeral arrangements, they took the old lady’s ashes back to the countryside. In a short time, Eleanor Hollis lost two trusted people, as if her heart had a piece carved out. "Eat some of this, you can’t just eat nothing." Hugo Quinn placed a bowl of porridge in front of her, reaching out to pinch her face. Eleanor Hollis slowly turned away, her mood desolate. "Just leave it there." He always said such things, but when Hugo Quinn came to take the bowl, he found the food inside had gone cold, yet she still hadn’t touched a bite. "Eleanor, pull yourself together." Hugo Quinn scooped a spoonful of soup, placed it in front of her. "Quickly get better, I know you’re hurt, but this makes me feel worse." Eleanor Hollis’s eyes were sore, before Grandma was hospitalized everything was fine, how could she be gone in such a short time, she really couldn’t understand. Sienna Jenkins had a good appetite these days, initially she felt guilty, unable to sleep for nights, but when she thought the child inside was Hugo Quinn’s, she felt at ease, she hadn’t intentionally said those words to upset Bridget Sutton, it was her own weak tolerance. Eleanor Hollis too, as a granddaughter, actually hadn’t told the old lady she couldn’t get pregnant. In conclusion, none of this was her fault. Sienna Jenkins was still eagerly waiting for Hugo Quinn to visit her, but learned from the nurse’s mouth that Hugo Quinn had been very busy these days, said he was preparing the old lady’s funeral arrangements. Sienna Jenkins was a little worried, worried the other party would know she was the one who caused Bridget Sutton’s death. But she thought about it, no one could provide evidence, besides when she spoke with Bridget Sutton, her tone was always gentle, even if there was surveillance, it couldn’t prove anything. Fınd the newest release on 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍 Sienna Jenkins flipped through the numbers on her phone, finally finding Miles Jenkins’s. Miles Jenkins quickly came to the hospital to see her, brought her a lot of food. Considering his sister was carrying Hugo Quinn’s child, it was still somewhat unbelievable. "Brother, do you think I have a chance to push Eleanor Hollis aside?" Sienna Jenkins ate a bite of cake, still daydreaming. Miles Jenkins peeled fruit for her, lowered his gaze. Privately, he hoped his sister would bother Hugo Quinn, so he would have the chance to approach Eleanor Hollis, his sister was very beautiful, maybe Hugo Quinn would like that type in the end, who knows. If Eleanor Hollis were to give up on Hugo Quinn, would she consider him in the end? "Sienna, only if you try will you know if there’s any chance. If you don’t try, you won’t even have this sliver of opportunity." A flash of light appeared in Sienna Jenkins’s eyes, excitedly grabbing Miles Jenkins. "Brother, you’re supporting me, right?" Facing these eyes, Miles Jenkins felt conflicted, but finally nodded. Sienna Jenkins clenched her fist, increasingly feeling she could become Grandeur’s president’s wife. Days passed, her belly was already somewhat showing, about four months along. Samantha Sullivan was already at the due period, many people stood nervously at the entrance to the delivery room. The most nervous was Eleanor Hollis, as Samantha Sullivan only had her by her side now, Gloria was gone, she had severed ties with her family, and ended things with Evan Yancy, her world aside from Eleanor Hollis had no one else. So Eleanor Hollis almost singlehandedly managed everything for her, right up until Samantha Sullivan was wheeled in. Inside, Samantha Sullivan’s voice could be heard, very strained, as if she was yelling. Eleanor Hollis paced back and forth, wanting desperately to see through that small piece of glass to check the current situation. Two hours later, the sound of a baby crying came from inside. A hint of surprise appeared on Eleanor Hollis’s face, standing by the door full of anticipation. The doctors gradually emerged, Samantha Sullivan was pushed out, beside her, a small baby was sleeping soundly. Samantha Sullivan’s forehead was covered in sweat, her whole person radiating the glow of maternal love. "Congratulations, it’s a daughter, Samantha, you’ve worked hard." Samantha Sullivan tugged at her lips, feeling somewhat lost, those words should have been spoken by the child’s father. The two returned to the ward, Samantha Sullivan and the baby were both tired, Eleanor Hollis sat at the side. These months she had been very dispirited, almost forgetting the Dawson Family elder’s promise, now both Sienna Jenkins and Ashley Dawson’s bellies had shown, it just depended on who would give birth to a son first. Samantha Sullivan slept until the afternoon, woke up slowly. "Eleanor, from now on, you’re the child’s godmother." After the two said this, they both were silent, the child’s godmother was supposed to be two people, who knew the world was so unpredictable. "I understand, don’t worry, I will treat her like my own daughter."