CHAPTER 361: CHAPTER 361: THEIR BEING TOGETHER IS A SIN

One is her biological mother, the other is Hugo Quinn’s biological father. Everyone wants them to separate, as if being with Hugo Quinn was a heinous crime.

She gently put down her phone, never having hated Rachel Lynch so much before. She had disappeared from her life for so many years, yet ended up taking away the child from her womb under the guise of a mother.

She laughed and cried, her phone slipping from her hand and crashing to the floor.

Samantha Sullivan didn’t know how to comfort her, and could only pat her back repeatedly.

She really hadn’t expected that Hugo Quinn would propose a divorce to Eleanor Hollis. She thought these two would be fine together, that Hugo would withstand all the pressure to stay with Eleanor.

Eleanor Hollis cried for a long time, and after crying herself out, she slowly climbed into bed.

When she woke up, everyone told her she had lost a child, but before that, she had no idea she was pregnant. It seemed from the moment she was admitted to the hospital, the old man had arranged everything, deliberately showing a half-smiling expression when the doctor announced her pregnancy, making her believe the doctor and the old man were in cahoots, making her think she wasn’t pregnant.

This was her and Hugo Quinn’s first child; Hugo loved kids so much, had asked countless times for her to have a child. Now knowing she had aborted it, he must be furious.

She gazed out the window, tugging at the corner of her mouth, but what could she explain? This matter was fueled by Rachel Lynch, and no one would believe her.

Samantha Sullivan had been here without leaving, running up and down constantly to buy food for Eleanor Hollis, hoping to cheer her up.

Eleanor Hollis watched her retreating figure, bit her lip, and suddenly felt it was right to protect Samantha. If the roles were reversed, Samantha would surely protect her too.

Samantha was her friend, the friend who accompanied her through that dark period.

She stayed in the hospital for three days before being discharged. The old man hadn’t called once during that time, probably already knowing his plan had succeeded and dismissing her as insignificant.

Eleanor Hollis wrapped herself a bit warmer, standing at the mansion’s entrance.

Yet suddenly she dared not enter, as she didn’t know how Hugo Quinn would treat her. In that moment, she felt particularly humble.

She took a few steps forward, then stopped, lifting her hand slowly to press the doorbell.

No one answered.

She took out her key from her bag and quietly opened the door.

Not a soul was inside; everything was neatly arranged but looked as if no one had lived there for days, the whole mansion emitting a lifeless aura.

"Marcus?"

Panic surged within her as she headed upstairs, hoping to find Marcus.

But after searching the entire mansion, not a single person was there, only a divorce agreement silently lying on the coffee table.

It seemed Hugo Quinn knew she would return; he had already signed it, leaving only her.

A sharp pain exploded in Eleanor Hollis’s heart, causing her to kneel on the ground, trembling hands repeatedly reading the agreement.

He really had signed, deciding not to have her anymore.

Although she had thought about leaving Hugo Quinn, she didn’t want him to hate her. Now, Hugo probably never wanted to see her again.

Eleanor Hollis’s mouth twisted in self-mockery. Indeed, fighting the old man brought no good outcome; his every goal had been achieved.

She took a deep breath, not even knowing how she signed her name in the end, only feeling that with each stroke, something inside her was collapsing.

She went upstairs to pack her things, then walked around the entire mansion, crying as she went.

Every corner here had witnessed their presence, every part of the room had traces of her and Hugo’s intimate moments.

The scenery, like a branding iron, left marks in her heart.

She thought she would remember this place her entire life, remember the goodness of that man, remember the final hurt she had caused him.

She didn’t blame Hugo Quinn for this because he had been deceived. In his view, she had secretly aborted the child and secretly communicated with Xavier Crawford.

Eleanor Hollis dragged her luggage out of there. Before getting in the car, she looked back at the mansion, tears streaming down her face.

Before this happened, she believed she would always be with him, have a well-behaved child.

"President, Miss Hollis has left by car."

Lan Yancy whispered in Hugo Quinn’s ear, face full of worry.

How did things get to this point? Since returning from the hospital, the president hadn’t said a word, dismissing everyone, moving to another residence.

Hugo Quinn’s fingers froze on the keyboard, his expression suddenly turning cold.

He still hadn’t figured out why Eleanor Hollis decided to abort the child.

"Where to?"

Upon speaking, he noticed his voice was very hoarse.

"I don’t know, she seemed to have bought a plane ticket."

Hugo Quinn exuded gloom, slowly standing, heading abroad to find Xavier Crawford?

Just after leaving him, she was eager to be with someone else already?

"Stop her, bring her back."

He took two steps, then slowly stopped, seeming to wrestle with something, eventually sitting back down.

"Let Marcus go keep her company."

As he said this, his eyes turned red, contemplating the deceased child, almost bringing the proud man to tears.

Lan Yancy quickly had someone stop Eleanor Hollis, bringing Marcus to her previous apartment.

When Eleanor Hollis was put in the car, she was a bit scared because she didn’t recognize any of these people, but then at some thought, her face suddenly relaxed.

It was nothing more than death; her current life had no meaning.

But she was brought to an apartment, which was very clean, seemingly always maintained by someone.

After half an hour, Marcus arrived.

"Mommy!"

Marcus’s face was full of smiles, hugging her neck tightly.

Eleanor Hollis’s eyes instantly reddened, choking back tears as she embraced him.

"Mommy, why are you crying? Did you argue with Daddy? Daddy has been very sad these past few days, not talking to me, just sitting in a daze."

A pang hit Eleanor Hollis’s heart; she knew Hugo Quinn longed for her to have a child, they had once anticipated it together.

Moreover, so many were involved in this, each making Hugo Quinn believe she chose to abort the child, had planned her escape route. They all wanted Hugo to hate her.

She dared not ask about Hugo’s situation, could only hold Marcus tightly.

Marcus felt a bit painful in her grip but didn’t say anything, obediently nestled in her embrace.

After a while, Eleanor Hollis wiped her tears away.