"Mommy, don’t be afraid."
Marcus also held onto her, his face full of reassurance.
Eleanor Hollis’s mouth curled slightly. She wasn’t afraid, just worried that this woman might co back, and it would be best to return and investigate her identity.
The two of them went back ho, Hugo Quinn was still in the study.
Eleanor Hollis told Marcus to go to sleep first while she put the groceries she bought into the fridge.
Marcus nodded, stealthily took a bag of snacks, and rushed back to his room.
Eleanor Hollis put everything away, returned to the bedroom, took a shower in the bathroom, and waited for Hugo Quinn to co over and rest.
She originally wanted to talk to Hugo Quinn about that woman, but she waited until she drifted off to sleep, and Hugo still hadn’t co.
He had ntioned he would be busy lately, perhaps it would be best not to bother him with these matters.
With this thought, she fell asleep completely.
After a night, she had already forgotten about the matter, spent the morning playing gas with Marcus in the villa, made him so cookies and packed them in a box, to make it easy for him to take them to school.
After dinner, Hugo pulled her into bed, and amidst the passion, the day floated by in a daze.
It was seven in the morning when they woke up, both had to go to work, and lately, it had always been the housemaid sending Marcus to school.
Eleanor Hollis had a simple breakfast and got into Hugo Quinn’s car.
Upon entering the top-floor office, there were still comnts, but evidently not as loud as usual—seed like everyone had gotten used to her situation.
Sitting at her desk, she thought about handling the recent accumulation of work, only to find no docunts on the desk.
She recalled Hugo Quinn’s words that her matters recently had been handed over to Lan Yancy.
"Miss Hollis."
Just as she was thinking about Lan Yancy, he appeared, putting new docunts in front of her.
"Miss Hollis hasn’t been here for a few days. I’ve been handling your work, but now that you’re back, you’ll have to take over."
"Thank you, Lan Yancy."
Eleanor Hollis took the files, glancing over them casually—thankfully, they weren’t difficult, wouldn’t need overti today.
It was midday when Gloria Galloway ca to find her, asking if she had ti to go see Samantha Sullivan in the evening.
Eleanor Hollis agreed, thinking Samantha Sullivan should have returned ho by now; her wrist injury wasn’t deep, just for show, especially with Evan Yancy’s care—she must be quite happy now.
At the end of the day, the two called Samantha Sullivan, but her voice sounded weak and as though she was hiding sothing.
Eleanor Hollis and Gloria Galloway found it odd but didn’t think much, quickly got into the car and headed over.
After hanging up, Samantha Sullivan looked at the man still sprawled on her bed, couldn’t help but push him hard.
"Get up quickly, Eleanor and Gloria will be here soon, it won’t look good if they see!"
Evan Yancy rolled over, completely ignoring her words.
Samantha Sullivan bit her lip, grabbing his ear hard.
"Hurry up!!"
"Ow ow ow."
Evan Yancy said "ow" three tis, reluctantly got up, and found his clothes on the floor.
Samantha Sullivan hurriedly tidied the ssy sheets and then found herself clean clothes before sitting in the living room.
Before long, the doorbell rang. Because Eleanor Hollis and Gloria Galloway had called beforehand, she assud the visitors were them, so she didn’t check through the peephole, directly opened the door.
Mom Sullivan appeared at the door, initially intending to deliver food to her daughter, only to see her with the Sullivan Family’s arch-nesis.
Samantha Sullivan’s face turned pale instantly, her body stiffened terribly.
"Samantha! Why are you with him?! He’s still in your room, what did you do last night?! How can you be so shaless, rolling in bed with the Sullivan Family’s enemy?!"
Mom Sullivan was so furious she trembled all over, throwing what she held at Samantha Sullivan in a fit.
Samantha Sullivan’s face hurt from the impact, but what hurt more was her heart—she couldn’t bear seeing mom like this.
Her brother’s condition already distressed the family; she dared not speak, letting her throw things.
Evan Yancy stepped forward, pulling her into his chest, frowning at the crazy woman.
"Samantha, are you alright?"
He spoke gently, with a hint of reluctance in his eyes.
Samantha Sullivan pursed her lips and shook her head, not daring to et his eyes.
"Evan, you should go, I need to talk with my mom."
"No way!"
Evan Yancy refused, for that woman seed too fierce—her gaze could swallow Samantha whole; leaving ant she would be in danger.
"I’m begging you."
Samantha Sullivan softened her tone, a sorrowful expression on her face.
Evan Yancy slowly inhaled before reluctantly agreeing.
"Alright, I’ll head back first. Call if anything cos up."
Mom Sullivan watched their interaction on the side, feeling even angrier, and slapped Samantha across the face.
"Do you rember why your brother ended up like this, Samantha? How could I have a daughter like you—you’ve truly broken my heart."
No one stopped the slap; Evan Yancy failed to catch Mom Sullivan’s hand in ti, simply watching Samantha get hit.
He stood before Samantha, frowning at the woman in front.
"Auntie, I initiated all this—direct your anger at ."
Mom Sullivan trembled, pointing at Samantha, then Evan, before tilting her head and fainting.
"Mom!!"
Samantha Sullivan cried out in panic, quickly supporting her.
Evan Yancy carried Mom Sullivan, and the two swiftly headed to the car parked downstairs, planning to take her to the hospital.
Only then did Eleanor Hollis and Gloria Galloway arrive, seeing Evan carrying Mom Sullivan and knowing things had gone wrong, imdiately followed them.
The hospital said Mom Sullivan suffered a cardiac arrest from anger—it was critical not to upset her anymore; her health was already poor.
Samantha Sullivan felt guilty, shedding tears by the side.
Evan Yancy didn’t know what to say—this was all because of him.
If he weren’t with Samantha Sullivan, none of this would have happened.
He lit a cigarette, smoking in the hospital corridor.
But to give up Samantha Sullivan felt more agonizing than death.
They loved each other—why couldn’t they be together?
His eyes reddened; each puff made them redder.
"Are you okay?"
Eleanor Hollis appeared behind him, sensing that there was a long road ahead for them—dealing with the Sullivan Family alone was already enough of a hassle.
"I’m fine..."
Evan Yancy’s voice was husky, staring outside absentmindedly until the cigarette burnt to his fingers, finally snapping back, tossing the stub into the nearby trash can.
"Eleanor Hollis, do you think we shouldn’t be together? Seeing her mom hit her, I couldn’t do anything."
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