CHAPTER 362: CHAPTER 362: HOW COULD HE BEAR TO DIVORCE HER

"Why are you here?"

Marcus wasn’t sure why he came over; Uncle Lan Yancy had hurriedly brought him here.

"Mommy, both you and Dad are adults, why are you arguing so much? How about I take you over there, so you can explain things properly?"

Eleanor Hollis shook her head. She didn’t dare to meet Hugo Quinn now, and she believed Hugo wouldn’t want to see her either.

There was suddenly a vast distance between them.

"Are you hungry? I’ll make you something to eat."

She turned and opened the fridge but found it empty. She could only go to the supermarket to buy food, but as soon as she opened the door, she saw two bodyguards in suits standing outside, each over six feet tall, exuding an unbeatable aura.

Eleanor was stunned for a moment, feeling pressure coming from above her, but she still gritted her teeth and took a step forward.

Two hands suddenly blocked her sides, and the man’s voice was cold.

"Miss Hollis, to prevent you from escaping, you cannot leave this room from now on."

Eleanor was bewildered; was this captivity?

These people were Hugo’s men; what did Hugo want?

A sliver of joy suddenly rose in her heart; did Hugo not want her to leave?

She slowly closed the door, leaned against it, and looked at the ceiling, a slight smile curling at her lips.

It suited that man’s style, not wanting her to leave yet not wanting to see her, so he could only imprison her like this.

Half an hour later, a lot of ingredients were delivered, and the two bodyguards dutifully placed them in the fridge.

"Miss Hollis, if you need anything else, you can tell us. We will satisfy all your requests except for leaving."

Eleanor put on her apron, shook her head, and went into the kitchen.

She made three dishes and a soup, packed part of it in a thermal lunch box, and then handed it to the bodyguard at the door.

"Take this to Hugo; he probably hasn’t eaten these past few days."

With that man’s temperament, it’s likely he couldn’t eat, and although the thermal box might be thrown away, she wanted to try.

The bodyguard respectfully took it and immediately went to Hugo’s side.

Hugo’s room was filled with empty bottles, and cigarette butts littered the floor.

The suit hung loosely on him, the tie had been pulled off and casually thrown on the sofa.

"President, Miss Hollis sent some food for you, I heard she made it herself."

"Throw it away."

Hugo’s tone was emotionless, and he flicked the ash from his cigarette, his eyes bloodshot as he gazed out the window.

"Yes."

The bodyguard had just taken a step back when he heard Hugo speak again.

"Wait."

Hugo stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray and rubbed his temples.

"Bring it in."

The bodyguard’s face showed no emotion as he hurriedly brought the lunch box inside.

Hugo quietly looked at the lunch box on the coffee table, a hint of warmth flashed in his eyes but it was faint and soon disappeared.

He stared at it for a long time before opening the lid lightly, a familiar aroma wafted out instantly.

He hadn’t eaten for days, almost feeling no hunger.

But now, smelling the food, he truly felt his hunger.

He took a bite, suddenly remembering when Eleanor used to cook; she would be busy in the kitchen with a small apron.

He liked to occasionally hug her from behind then, and those moments were incredibly warm.

Thinking of this, Hugo paused with the chopsticks in his hand, suddenly covering his eyes with both hands, his chest heaving twice.

If she didn’t want children, she could have told him earlier, why must they torment each other like this? She should know that he has never refused any request she made.

Hugo wiped his bloodshot eyes sheepishly, then shoved the lunch box away and got up to leave.

He returned to his darkened bedroom, where no lights were on, and the air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

He threw himself onto the bed, retrieved their marriage certificate from under the pillow, and could clearly see both of their expressions in the dim light from outside.

That divorce agreement was fake; how could he bear to divorce her?

He had worked so hard to marry her and get the certificate, how could he give up so quickly?

But that child was so innocent, it was their first child.

Hugo’s tears trickled down his ears as he stared at the somewhat unfamiliar ceiling, feeling as though his heart was being crushed by a tremendous force, unbearable.

His stomach burned with pain, his complexion paled, and his whole body curled up into a ball, cold sweat pouring from him in discomfort.

But he didn’t call for help, somewhat masochistically enjoying this painful feeling.

It wasn’t until five in the morning that the turmoil in his stomach gradually subsided, he dozed off for a moment and woke up at seven.

Last night’s lunch box was still left outside, he stared at it for a moment, opened it, and stuffed a few bites of the food into his mouth.

The food was already cold; he forgot to close the lid last night, and it’s winter now, so the oil in the dishes had congealed.

He seemed oblivious, eating a few more bites when his stomach began to hurt intensely again, as if thousands of needles were stabbing.

"Sir!"

Lan Yancy had just entered the door to find Hugo lying on the floor weakly, clutching his stomach tightly.

An ambulance arrived quickly, and Lan Yancy immediately took Hugo to the hospital.

It was Hugo’s first episode of stomach trouble, and he passed out from the pain directly.

The doctor hurriedly administered medication and intravenous fluids, then repeatedly advised that meals must be regular.

Lan Yancy nodded continuously on the side, his eyes somewhat red.

It’s probably because of Miss Hollis. He liked Miss Hollis so much, knowing she secretly aborted the child must have pained him.

Outside the hospital, a middle-aged woman stood trembling, holding medicine in her hand, her body so thin she seemed almost a skeleton, like a lamp running out of oil.

She heard that Hugo had been brought here and was anxious; she had to tell him a truth, about the child.

For years, she had been tormented, compounded by being diagnosed with stomach cancer; she believed there truly was karma in this world, a punishment for her wicked deed from the heavens.

Upon hearing the nurse say Hugo was in the hospital, she immediately started upstairs with a few packets of medicine in hand.

However, she wasn’t clear on Hugo’s room number and could only search room by room.

Old Master Quinn was in the room reading the newspaper when he saw a bodyguard bring in a middle-aged woman.

"Old Master, this person was sneaking around outside, claiming to look for Young Master Hugo."

Old Master Quinn glanced at her and realized he didn’t recognize her; she shouldn’t be a distant relative of the Quinton Family.

"Why are you looking for Hugo?"

His eyes narrowed, commanding without anger.

The middle-aged woman was startled, her lips tightly shut, not daring to speak.

A trace of amiability suddenly appeared on the face of the old master, as he gently put the newspaper down.