CHAPTER 52: CHAPTER 52: LIFE IS UNFAIR

Life is sometimes really unfair.

Eleanor Hollis thought to herself with her eyes closed, a fine sweat forming on her forehead.

Having just been tormented by Nathaniel Quinn for a while, she felt physically drained, and now Anna Hollis had reopened her wounds, causing her entire body to ache unbearably.

"What’s your attitude? Anna is talking to you! Didn’t you hear?!"

The girl sitting next to Anna Hollis couldn’t stand it anymore, feeling that Eleanor Hollis was truly disrespectful.

Eleanor tightly clenched her hands, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.

Just as she was about to faint, she heard everyone calling for Mr. Quinn, and then her body tilted, falling into a warm embrace.

"I’ll take you to see a doctor."

Hugo Quinn’s voice seemed to always have a calming effect,

Eleanor looked at him with a pale face, biting her lips tightly.

"Thank you."

She said with a trembling voice, feeling she owed him so much.

Meanwhile, Anna Hollis and the other girls sat rigidly on the sofa, Hugo Quinn’s gaze just now had been terrifying.

They swallowed and took a sip of red wine to calm their nerves.

Anna’s eyes were deep and thoughtful, watching the retreating figures of Hugo Quinn and Eleanor Hollis.

The doctor had been called by the Quinton Family and immediately conducted an examination on Eleanor Hollis.

"It’s a stomach ailment attack, Miss Hollis. You need to take care of your health. You’re too young to have stomach issues. If it worsens, it could turn into stomach cancer, and current medical technology can’t fully treat stomach cancer. You must be cautious."

The doctor spoke with lingering fear, prescribing some medicine for Eleanor Hollis and having her swallow it.

Covering her stomach, Eleanor always knew she had stomach problems.

Old Master Quinn furrowed his brows as he sat beside her. Hearing about her serious stomach condition, he suddenly slapped the table sharply.

"Nathaniel! Explain to me what’s going on here?!"

When Eleanor married into the Quinton Family, she was a healthy child.

Now the doctor says it’s a stomach problem, then it’s malnutrition, both severely depleting her body.

Nathaniel’s face went pale, and he knelt with a thud, "Grandfather, I didn’t take good care of Eleanor."

In the past five years, apart from cold sarcasm, he seemed to have done nothing.

Now he wanted to protect her well, but felt he no longer had the right.

Old Master Quinn was shaking with anger; it wasn’t hard to imagine what kind of life Eleanor had been living.

"It seems your divorce was the right decision. Don’t bother Eleanor again. This child has had a hard fate being with you."

Eleanor weakly pursed her lips, feeling touched by the old master’s words.

Nathaniel, however, felt anxious, as if something important was slipping away.

"Grandfather, I know I was wrong. I treated Eleanor poorly before. I want to make it up to her. I want to remarry her and take good care of her."

He spoke almost hanging on with strength, feeling that if he didn’t fight now, he would surely regret it later.

But before the old master could speak, Eleanor spoke up emotionally.

"You’ve already signed the divorce agreement. You don’t intend to go back on it, do you? Nathaniel Quinn, you know how you’ve treated me all these years."

She was now really questioning her past judgment, how she could have been interested in a man like him.

Nathaniel remained on his knees, seeing the resolute look on Eleanor’s face, feeling a pang in his heart, "Grandfather, give me another..."

Before he could finish, the old master interrupted, "Enough. You haven’t realized in five years, so what do you expect in the future?"

He looked at Eleanor, noticing her pale face, and sighed.

"Rest assured, I can still distinguish right from wrong. Since you insist on cutting ties with him, it shows that the hurt he caused you was deep. Eleanor, take care of your health."

Eleanor nodded. After taking the medicine, the pain in her stomach finally subsided a bit.

She stood up, wanting to leave, but her body wobbled, and she fell back in place.

"Go back with me later."

Hugo Quinn, who had been silent, spoke up, having a servant cover Eleanor with a blanket.

"Uncle! Eleanor is my ex-wife. You have your own wife. If she stays with you, aren’t you afraid of rumors?"

Nathaniel said with a sullen voice, clenching his fists tightly.

Hugo frowned. Previously, he hadn’t considered so much, only wanting to heal his child.

Now seeing everyone’s gaze on him, he slowly spoke, "Miss Hollis, if you’re worried about the rumors, I can move out of that villa, but Marcus must stay with you. You know the place you hold in Marcus’s heart."

Marcus must stay with this person to come out of autism.

In hindsight, it seemed moving out was the best choice because he couldn’t let the child live outside with Eleanor.

"Nonsense!"

Old Master Quinn rubbed his temples. If Eleanor was only considered Marcus’s private doctor, staying in the villa didn’t seem to matter.

"Eleanor, focus on staying there and taking care of Marcus. Don’t worry about other things; I’ll handle them."

It seemed the old master completely agreed with Eleanor staying in the villa to take care of Marcus.

Eleanor nodded. She and Marcus got along well, and she could feel his dependence on her.

"You all go back. Tonight ends here. I’m tired and want to sleep."

The old master’s voice carried a hint of fatigue, probably from being troubled by these family matters.

"Grand... Grandfather, here."

Unknowingly, Marcus suddenly appeared, handing the candy in his palm to the old master.

Originally irritable, the old master immediately smiled warmly at him, "Marcus has become sensible, so obedient."

Seeing Marcus, he was even more determined to have Eleanor stay in the villa.

Marcus smiled gently, placed the candy in his hand, and then stood obediently next to Hugo Quinn.

Hugo reached out and rubbed his head, bending down to help Eleanor up.

"Can you still walk?"

Eleanor nodded, her forehead drenched in sweat, "You lead Marcus, I’ll walk by myself."

Otherwise, there might be more gossip.

"Okay."

Seeing her stubborn expression, Hugo held Marcus’s hand.

Grace Lynch didn’t know what happened upstairs. She was still downstairs, mingling smoothly, and soon dispelled everyone’s speculations.

In their eyes, Grace’s position as the noble lady was very stable.

After finishing her drink, Grace, dressed in a fiery red dress, went upstairs, only to find no sign of Hugo Quinn, but Nathaniel was there.

"Nathaniel..."