The hospital’s examination results are out; there’s a mental issue, it’s best to send her to a psychiatric hospital.
Nicholas Hollis’s shoulders slumped as he looked at the person staring blankly out the window, suddenly unsure of what to say.
He stepped in front of her, gently holding her hand, overwhelmed with mixed emotions.
They were both failures; living to the end and leaving nothing behind.
Alice spoke indifferently; she really didn’t know who Alice was. She was Mrs. Rachel Lynch of the Hollis Family, it was peculiar why this man kept calling her Alice.
"Alright, alright, you’re Rachel Lynch. I’ll take you away, let’s not stay in Serenford."
Alice showed a trace of confusion in her eyes but slowly nodded.
"Okay, where are we going?"
Nicholas was serious about leaving; once Alice agreed, he called Eleanor Hollis, hoping to see her one last time.
Eleanor didn’t expect him to leave with Alice; she didn’t know what to say. Disappointed, or something else, but she couldn’t express anything.
"I know you must resent me greatly."
Nicholas pulled at his lips and spoke lightly; he had lost a lot of weight, now looking like a bundle of dry bones.
"Eleanor, I thought about sending her to the police, but once she knew I called for help, she lost her mind immediately. I guess I’m the only mental support she has left in this world, that’s why my reporting was such a big blow to her. I also hate her, but I can’t let go of her, I’m a failed man."
Nicholas’s voice was hoarse and his eyes reddened.
Eleanor quietly stared at the cup in front of her, suddenly looked up.
"This is your choice. You owe an apology to mom, and me as well, but you must live well. As your daughter, I do not wish for your health to deteriorate."
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"Alright, I’ll set off soon, in the future there won’t be chances to meet again, I’ll take her back to that fishing village. Where it began, it’ll end."
Eleanor nodded, offering no opinions, calmly drinking her coffee.
That night, Nicholas truly left with Alice; for Alice, it was perhaps the best ending.
Rachel didn’t know where she heard the news, but upon knowing Nicholas was leaving, her mood was melancholic.
She thought about calling the police immediately, letting them stop the car. How could a criminal like Alice leave so easily?
But when she picked up her phone, she hesitated.
After a moment of silence, she put down the phone, sighed, and quietly gazed outside.
Perhaps Nicholas taking her away was good; at least she would never have to see those two annoying people again, and that was pretty good.
As she was lost in thought, a gentle hug wrapped around her from behind.
Finn Ford spoke softly; honestly, he didn’t expect Nicholas would make such a choice in the end. Seems he truly was deeply attached to that woman.
"Yeah, I just found out."
Rachel closed her eyes slowly, nestling into his words.
"Since you know, then live your own life well. That’s Nicholas’s own choice. Before leaving, he didn’t dare even to call you; I suppose deep down he’s guilty, he’s even scared of seeing you now."
Rachel’s face showed a hint of sarcasm; what’s the use of guilt? Men’s guilt is the most useless thing.
"What do you plan to do about Eleanor?"
Finn rested his chin on her head, enjoying the feeling of holding her.
"I no longer have any expectations; I just hope Eleanor finds her own happiness."
Rachel’s fingers traced the glass, her eyes flickering.
Finn was briefly stunned; this desire was probably difficult. Eleanor fell for Hugo Quinn, and judging by the Quinton Family elder’s stance, it seemed he wasn’t planning to let the two be together.
Neither of them spoke again, just quietly holding each other.
Many grievances, on this night, seemed to completely reset.
In the blink of an eye, it was Simon Quinn and Jane Shaw’s wedding day; Eleanor wasn’t favored by the elder, so she didn’t receive the invitation. But Hugo Quinn directly brought her to the scene and saved a spot for her.
Today’s wedding was peculiar; although the groom wore a smile, the bride wore a scowl the entire time.
Jane Shaw wanted to smile but couldn’t; this beast had clearly signed the contract, clearly agreed not to touch her, but after the certificates, nothing counted, the contract thrown into the trash. No matter how she resisted, it was useless; a man’s strength always outmatched a woman’s.
"Smile, today is our wedding day. With such a scowl, the photos later will look bad."
Simon Quinn whispered in her ear, but Jane didn’t comply, shifting slightly away, standing coldly in front of the priest.
The priest couldn’t help but ask quietly seeing them .
"Madam, is your marriage truly voluntary? If you have any hardship, you can voice it."
Simon’s face turned dark hearing the priest’s words; he turned to Jane, his lips curling coldly.
Jude Shaw only felt her back chill; she swallowed, then spoke with difficulty.
The priest saw her expression, laced with threat, still uncertain.
"Madam, marriage is a lifelong matter. If you’re being threatened, please blink; I can report it for you, and the police will ensure justice."
Jane really wanted to blink; she didn’t want to marry this beast, but Chloe was under his control. She couldn’t rival Simon, what if he used Chloe?
"I’m voluntary, priest. Begin."
She said aggrievedly, closed her eyes slowly, a look of humiliation.
Simon was instantly displeased; what is this, just marrying him, how is that like jumping into a fire pit?
"Jane, what do you mean? If you don’t want to marry me, just leave. Really think I cherish you?"
Jane looked at him excitedly; could she really leave?
If she left, would he harm the child?
Simon felt pierced by her reaction; she genuinely wanted to leave and not marry him.
His heart was instantly blocked, grabbing her arm fiercely.
"Want to leave? No way, I’m telling you, this life you only marry me; forget other men. If you dare leave my sight, I’ll lock Chloe up, no food, no water!"