Early the next morning, Eleanor Hollis barely had time to worry about Samantha Sullivan’s situation before she was stunned by the news from the Quinton Family that Old Master Quinn was suddenly critically ill and Hugo Quinn was urgently notified to go to the hospital.
Previously, Hugo Quinn had already severed ties with Old Master Quinn, but at that time, Old Master Quinn was in good health. How did he suddenly become critically ill?
Hugo Quinn called Simon Quinn to confirm, then immediately put on his coat and headed to the hospital.
Eleanor Hollis did not go with him. If she went, Old Master Quinn might just be angered to death on the spot.
When Hugo Quinn arrived at the hospital, he found the entire place in a tense atmosphere, with doctors constantly rushing around, not resting for even a moment.
Simon Quinn was anxiously waiting outside, and even Collin Quinn, who had been in the military, was there.
"How could he be critically ill?"
Wasn’t he always in good health before?
Simon Quinn glanced at him, somewhat upset at his brother’s actions. For a woman, he really severed ties with the Quinton Family, even ignoring the fact that Old Master Quinn was hospitalized.
"Since being discharged last time, Dad’s health has been poor. He often mentions you, Hugo. You should come back; he doesn’t have many days left. The doctor said at most he has two months."
Hugo Quinn’s face turned pale, and he didn’t say a word. He previously thought Old Master Quinn would live a long life and never expected this day to come so quickly.
Collin Quinn, who had a very silent demeanor, hadn’t spoken since coming in. However, upon hearing that Old Master Quinn didn’t have much time left, his brows furrowed.
The hallway was heavy with a somber atmosphere. Hugo Quinn looked at the sickroom but didn’t speak, as doctors were still conducting routine checks on Old Master Quinn.
An hour later, all the doctors came out, offering a few words of advice in front of them before leaving.
Hugo Quinn entered Old Master Quinn’s room and found him lying on the hospital bed with a pale face. His eyes were already open, clearly surprised to see Hugo.
He struggled to prop himself up, trembling as he reached out his hand and pointed to the chair by the bedside.
Hugo Quinn sat down on the chair, seeing how much the person had wasted away in such a short time, and suddenly didn’t know what to say, as if his throat was stuffed with cotton.
"I’ve made a will. There’s a share of the Quinton Family’s assets for you. You and Simon must manage the company well."
He spoke with great difficulty, eyes filled with affection.
Hugo Quinn’s heart suddenly felt very uncomfortable. If only Old Master Quinn could accept Eleanor Hollis, their relationship wouldn’t be so strained.
Old Master Quinn was very good to him; he was the most favored son in the Quinton Family.
"Dad, don’t say that."
He reached out to grab the other’s hand, somewhat panicked.
Old Master Quinn smiled faintly, with lips chapped and looking as if he were on his last legs.
He knew his own body very well. When the doctor said two months, he already heard it. Actually, being able to hold out for two months was already considered long; he felt he wouldn’t last even a month.
Illness strikes like a mountain falling.
The three of them stayed with Old Master Quinn the entire afternoon, and eventually, Simon Quinn stayed behind while Hugo and Collin left.
"Have you prepared the things I asked you to?"
Old Master Quinn’s face suddenly turned serious, struggling to open his eyes.
Simon Quinn’s face showed a trace of hesitation. If he did this, it would push innocent people onto a dead end.
"Dad, maybe reconsider. After all, they are innocent. If we want to separate Hugo from Eleanor Hollis, we can find other ways."
Probably because of Jane Shaw’s situation, now he had the urge to oppose Old Master Quinn’s will. However, this thought only lasted a few minutes before he gave in.
"You know I don’t have much time left. This is the fastest way. Go, handle it well. When I’m gone, try to separate them. Even if Hugo knows it was me, he can’t do anything, because I’ll be dead. He can’t blame a dead man."
This was Old Master Quinn’s final game.
He loathed Eleanor Hollis so much that just hearing her name caused a wave of discomfort through his body.
The favorite son turning away from him because of that woman was something he could not tolerate.
Simon Quinn stood there for a moment, then slowly nodded.
Eleanor Hollis was unaware a plot was about to unfold against her, and even her friend would be dragged into it.
In the evening, her computer suddenly received an email. Upon opening it, it was a video of Samantha Sullivan.
It was the very video that the Sullivan Family parents had placed on Evan Yancy’s office desk; Samantha’s face was clearly visible, with a line of text attached next to the video. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝕟𝕖𝕥
—If you don’t leave Hugo Quinn, this video will be released, and major media outlets will report it.
Eleanor Hollis’s hand trembled slightly. If this video was released, Samantha would be doomed.
Samantha’s emotions were already unstable. If everyone saw this video, she might truly lose hope.
Eleanor’s chest heaved violently, her eyes fixated on the computer screen.
Suddenly, her phone rang—it was a familiar number.
Her tone was calm, as she had guessed who sent the video the moment she saw it.
She had heard that Old Master Quinn didn’t have much time left and wanted to use this last chance to get her to leave Hugo Quinn.
How could she fight against a soon-to-be-dead man, potentially harming her best friend in the process?
"Eleanor Hollis, you’ve seen the video, right? I don’t have much time left, and I’m giving you only a week. If after a week you haven’t left Hugo, I will have the video released. Also, if you tell Hugo about this, I will release the video. Eleanor, did you know that you made me fall in the biggest setback of my life? My son, whom I’ve loved since childhood, turned against me because of you. Just thinking about you still being by my son’s side after my death makes me restless."
Eleanor Hollis tightly gripped the phone, opening her mouth but not knowing what to say.
Old Master Quinn was a stubborn man, and this time he seemed to have made up his mind. No matter what she said, it would be useless.
"Eleanor Hollis, figure it out yourself."
Old Master Quinn hung up the phone immediately.
Eleanor stared at the now blank phone screen, feeling cold, as if her entire body had turned to ice.
"Mommy, Daddy and I are back."
The living room door suddenly opened, and Marcus dragged Hugo Quinn in, both their hands holding gifts.
"Mommy, let’s go out after dinner. It’s beautiful outside tonight, with lots of people."
Marcus placed the gifts on the coffee table and sat beside Eleanor Hollis, continuously talking about the excitement outside, completely oblivious to Eleanor’s unease.
Eleanor glanced at the father and son duo, feeling hurt; she was reluctant to leave them.