Hugo Quinn was clearly getting a bit impatient, but seeing Jean Nash’s deanor, it seed there really was sothing important.
Jean Nash took a deep breath and placed her phone back into her bag.
"Marcus is not my child; his biological mother is Eleanor Hollis."
This statent was like a bomb exploding next to Hugo Quinn’s ear.
He furrowed his brow, wanting to know if he had misheard.
Jean Nash had already stood up, her gaze indifferent.
"What I’m saying is true. Back then, Marcus and I did a test, and the tested sample belonged to Eleanor Hollis. Otherwise, why do you think I was so indifferent to Marcus’s life and death? Because he’s simply not my child; he’s yours and Eleanor Hollis’s. At that ti, you and Eleanor had a relationship, disrupting Grace Lynch’s plans. Before you both woke up, Grace swapped positions, and then both won beca pregnant and lay in the sa delivery room. In fact, the stillborn was Grace’s, but to establish herself in the Quinton Family, she had Eleanor’s child brought over."
Hugo Quinn was rigid all over, and his hands were sowhat trembling.
He had never connected Marcus and Eleanor Hollis together because it was too coincidental. There couldn’t be such coincidences in the world, and besides, Eleanor and Nathaniel Quinn were indeed married at the ti. Eleanor seed to genuinely like Nathaniel then, so how could she have had his child?
That’s why he never thought Marcus would be Eleanor Hollis’s child.
Jean Nash left, leaving the room in silence.
Hugo Quinn sat on the sofa for a long ti, suddenly unsure of what he should do.
Go find Eleanor Hollis? But he had already hurt Eleanor.
It turned out that the woman he had been looking for was actually Eleanor Hollis.
What a twist of fate!
Lan Yancy pushed the door open and walked in, noticing that he was the only one in the room and found it a bit odd.
"Boss, what kind of deal did you make with Jean Nash?"
This ti it was five hundred million, so what could Jean Nash possibly offer?
Hugo Quinn looked up at him, his eyes seemingly covered by a thick mist, his legs inexplicably weak.
"A very important secret, Lan Yancy, I’m going to find Eleanor Hollis."
Lan Yancy nodded, it seed the secret was related to Miss Hollis.
Hugo quickly drove to Eleanor Hollis’s current residence. He hesitated for a long ti outside the door, suddenly feeling a bit afraid to see her, completely unsure of what to say.
He lit a cigarette, smoked it quietly, and then took a long, deep breath.
After ntally preparing himself, he rang the doorbell.
Eleanor Hollis hadn’t gotten up yet; she had just ordered so takeout and thought it had arrived.
She opened the door and saw Hugo Quinn standing outside, his face full of smiles.
She thought she was hallucinating and raised her hand to rub her eyes.
"Eleanor, I have sothing to tell you, sothing very important."
His tone was very joyful, with smiles at the corners of his eyes and mouth.
Eleanor had already planned to close the door, but Hugo placed his hand on the doorfra, making it so that if she closed it, he would get hurt.
This man always managed to find her weak points and shalessly exploited them.
"Whatever it is, say it here; it’s inconvenient in my house."
Hugo knew she was angry, and in her place, he would be too. His tone softened, and he reached out to embrace her.
"I’m sorry, I know you feel wronged. Yesterday, I made a deal with Jean Nash. She told a secret, and once I knew it, I ca to find you. Besides you, I don’t know who else I could share this with."
He was very happy, a smile tugging at his lips.
Eleanor wanted to push him away, but Hugo held her tightly, all her struggles going unanswered.
"Hugo Quinn, what do you really want?"
She had been packing all night. Since returning from the countryside, she had decided to move there, at least to be far from Serenford.
The countryside was very peaceful, a place where many worries could be forgotten. While there, she felt very relaxed, perhaps because her grandmother was watching over her from the heavens.
She had already decided to leave after finishing her takeout and hadn’t expected this man to co looking for her. What a coincidence.
"Eleanor..."
Hugo took her hand, a bit ingratiatingly.
"Aren’t you curious about what this secret is?"
Eleanor turned her face away. When did this man learn how to act cute, was it Jean Nash who taught him?
Thinking this, her mood worsened.
"Let go of !"
"Marcus is your child! Eleanor! The child you gave birth to was not a stillborn. Grace had your child brought over, swapped them. The person who was with that night was also you, Eleanor. It turns out I’ve only ever been with you. I’m really happy."
The information was too much for Eleanor to digest all at once.
"You’re saying Marcus is my child?"
Hugo nodded, pulling her back into his arms.
This ti Eleanor didn’t struggle; her mind was in turmoil.
"Yes, it’s been confird. Jean Nash has already admitted it, and the tested sample belonged to you."
Eleanor’s initial reaction was one of imnse joy, followed by calmness.
"Then what do you an when you say you’ve only ever been with ? You’ve been married to Grace for so many years, didn’t you ever..."
Eleanor stopped herself, blushing.
Hugo shook his head, "No, if it weren’t for Marcus, I wouldn’t have let her into the villa. I’ve always been separated from her. I married her because of Marcus. I’m sorry, I didn’t protect our child. He’s so young and already has autism. I think Grace knew the child was yours, which is why she mistreated him out of my sight."
Eleanor was both happy and heartbroken. She had always hoped Marcus was her child and hadn’t expected the wish to actually co true.
"Eleanor, our fate started back then. I’m very fortunate."
Hugo’s eyes were full of laughter as he held her tighter.
Eleanor extended her hands, patting him on the back.
"Actually, in the five years I was married to Nathaniel Quinn, nothing ever happened between us. In his heart, he loved Grace, held in disdain, so I also..."
The more she spoke, the redder her face beca.
A trace of delight flickered in Hugo’s eyes, and then he kissed her.
He had previously convinced himself to accept everything between Eleanor and Nathaniel, not expecting such a turn of events. They had remained faithful to each other, despite being unaware of it.
After kissing for a while, he slowly let go, a hint of guilt hidden in his eyes.
"I’m sorry. Marcus is currently undergoing treatnt. I can’t stay with you too long. Although Jean Nash told this secret, she hasn’t said she will step back, so you might have to put up with this a while longer. The Nash Family’s dical team is excellent. Marcus is already slowly improving, and in at most two months, he’ll make a full recovery."
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