CHAPTER 363: CHAPTER 363: MARCUS IS ELEANOR HOLLIS’S CHILD

"I am his father, if you have anything, you can tell me directly."

The middle-aged woman looked at Old Master Quinn, who, though stern, didn’t seem like a bad person, and slowly opened her mouth.

"I...might be condemned for saying this, but this matter has tormented me for a long time."

A flicker of unease flashed through Old Master Quinn’s mind. He had a feeling that what she was about to say would be a major secret. He signaled to the bodyguards, and they hurried out and closed the ward door.

The middle-aged woman squeezed her hand tightly, mentally preparing herself for a long time before finally opening her mouth with difficulty.

"Old Master, do you remember Grace Lynch from before? I was the one who assisted her during childbirth. She had a stillborn, and upon her instruction, I took Eleanor Hollis’s baby, so the child in the Quinton Family is actually Eleanor Hollis’s."

Old Master Quinn’s mind went blank, unable to process the information. Marcus was Eleanor Hollis’s child? But he had secretly had a paternity test done on the child, and it was indeed Hugo’s child. How could Eleanor Hollis’s child be Hugo’s child?

Old Master Quinn wasn’t foolish. With a slight thought, he realized there must have been something hidden about that night; perhaps the one with Hugo that night was Eleanor Hollis herself.

Thinking of this, an indescribable feeling arose in him. He felt everything he had done was a joke; the person he had been dealing with all this time turned out to be Marcus’s biological mother.

His face stiffened slightly, then he took a slow breath.

"I already know about this. Don’t worry, I will tell Hugo. Now leave, and remember, don’t tell anyone, otherwise, I can’t guarantee your safety."

The middle-aged woman had come just to confess, but upon hearing that her life might be at stake, she hurriedly left.

Even though she already had cancer and didn’t have much time left, people are like that; the closer they get to the end of life, the more they want to live.

After she left, the atmosphere in the ward became very oppressive.

The old man looked gloomily at a newspaper in his hand. He had always been an absolute leader, never admitting he was wrong.

However, he knew very well how excessive he had been to Eleanor Hollis. If she now knew Marcus was her child, she would only cling more fervently to Hugo, and everything he had done would not be forgiven by Hugo or Marcus.

He was a selfish man who could not allow a woman to destroy the Quinton Family.

The old man’s conflicting expression gradually faded, even thinking that Eleanor Hollis not marrying Hugo initially was proof enough that the two of them were not meant to be together.

With this thought, he no longer felt so guilty.

The middle-aged woman thought she had successfully informed the Quinton Family and that Hugo would know, but she didn’t understand the Quinn family. Old Master Quinn would never tell Hugo this secret.

All Old Master Quinn could do now was stop harming Eleanor Hollis, but before he passed away, he would never reveal this secret.

He and Hugo were both staying in the same hospital at that time, unaware of the little drama that had taken place as Hugo was still in a coma.

Eleanor Hollis wanted to come see Hugo after she heard about his coma, but feared the old man’s retaliation.

For the old man had told her to leave Hugo, go anywhere she liked, as long as she never set foot in Serenford again.

She pursed her lips, thinking the old man, being hospitalized, might not have the energy to focus on her, so she took off her earrings and quietly headed to the hospital.

Seeing Hugo lying on the bed, tears instantly welled up because this man had grown so thin; in just a few days, he had lost ten pounds.

His complexion was pale, and his lips were cracked.

Eleanor sat down beside him, her tears flowing incessantly.

Lan Yancy stood beside her, unsure of how to comfort her, not even clear on what exactly had happened between the two.

"Hugo, I’m sorry..."

Eleanor said hoarsely, gripping his hand tightly.

Hugo’s lashes fluttered for a moment. He had actually woken up when Eleanor entered but dared not open his eyes.

Reality was just that cruel; two people who were once so close now couldn’t even face each other.

He felt the warmth of her hand, his eyes growing misty.

Eleanor didn’t notice his trembling eyelashes, gripping his hand tightly with reddened eyes, unwilling to let go.

"I never meant to hurt you, but there are too many things standing in our way. I don’t want to leave you, but I have to."

She rambled on alone for a while but didn’t speak the truth because Lan Yancy was still there.

"Miss Hollis, don’t cry, the boss is fine. As long as he eats properly, his stomach problems won’t act up."

These days, Hugo had been drinking and smoking, and his stomach was bound to suffer.

But no one could dissuade him. With a situation like this, apart from using smoking and drinking to relieve the pain, it seemed there was nothing else for a man to do.

Eleanor sat down, her lips trembling but in the end, she didn’t say anything.

Until evening, she felt weak, having just lost a child and unable to hold on for long.

"Miss Hollis, why don’t you rest on the bed next to him, the CEO won’t wake up for a while, and I’ll wake you up when he does."

Hearing that Hugo wouldn’t be waking up for some time gave Eleanor the courage to lie down.

The moment her head hit the pillow, exhaustion swept over her, and she gradually fell asleep.

Hugo heard her gentle breathing, his eyelashes moved, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Lan Yancy, being perceptive, had already realized the CEO was awake, which is why he said that to Eleanor. Now, seeing him get out of bed, he exited the ward, closing the room door behind him.

Seeing the frail Eleanor, Hugo felt a pang of hurt and suddenly sat on the bed, reaching out to touch her cheek.

Probably because she had lost the child, her body couldn’t take it, and she had lost a lot of weight recently.

This was the second time Eleanor had lost a child, and the damage to her body would likely be even greater.

Hugo sighed, ultimately unable to harden his heart against her. Despite knowing she had secretly gotten rid of the child, he still felt heartache for her.

He bent down, pulling her into his bed, holding her tightly, his eyes dark and somber.

If she really didn’t want children, then so be it; though it hurt, he was willing to compromise.

However, this time, he wouldn’t be so quick to forgive her.

He held her close, the familiar scent filling the emptiness in his heart.

In his arms, Eleanor shifted slightly, a faint smile tugging at her lips.