After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment and looked up at the blue sky.
"Actually, I shouldn’t blame Julian. Julian is also having a hard time. I heard he’s not doing well. Gloria Galloway, you really are cruel."
He muttered to himself for a while, then took out an exquisite gift box from his pocket.
"This was originally a gift I planned to give you after returning home. I didn’t expect you wouldn’t be here. Take it. I heard you girls all like these."
He carefully placed the necklace next to the flowers, then stood up and brushed the dust off his trousers.
"I’m leaving. I’ll come to see you next time."
The cemetery was quiet. No one responded to him, but he kept talking as if in conversation until he left.
Long after his figure disappeared, Eleanor Hollis stepped out from behind the tree and went to Gloria Galloway’s grave.
There quietly lay a bouquet of flowers and a gift box.
Without curiosity to open it, she bent down and placed the flowers she brought on the grave.
Previously, Gloria was very talkative, the most lively among the three of them, but now the most lively person just lay here silently. The source of thɪs content is 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⟡𝕗𝗂𝗋𝖾⟡𝕟𝕖𝕥
She stood for a while and then left.
Returning to the villa, she saw another person there. It was Sienna Jenkins, who shouldn’t have been at the house.
Sienna got up and said obediently, her actions somewhat clumsy because her belly was showing.
Eleanor nodded, feeling inexplicably unwelcome to her presence at home.
"Mr. Quinn left his things in the ward. I didn’t know his phone number, so I presumptuously came here. I’m really sorry."
She took out Hugo Quinn’s coat and respectfully placed it aside.
Eleanor sat down lightly and poured her tea.
Sienna felt a bit reserved. When she first entered here, she was shocked. So this is how big the villas of wealthy people are, with such a large garden at the back. She was dazzled, her heart burning with desire. Isn’t this the kind of place a princess should live?
She walked around for a long time before returning to the room.
The servants all knew her belly was important, so they didn’t stop her wherever she went.
It was in this kind of respect that Sienna tasted the sweetness of being the hostess.
Unfortunately, all this stopped after Eleanor arrived.
Now Eleanor pouring tea for her voluntarily was deliberately demonstrating her role as the hostess.
There was a deep look in Sienna’s eyes, with a hint of imperceptible sarcasm at the corner of her mouth.
This Eleanor Hollis is really something, effortlessly asserting her status with such a blow,
However, in Eleanor’s mind, none of this occurred because she just returned from Gloria’s grave, feeling low in spirits. It was only for the sake of Sienna being a guest that she reluctantly poured her some tea.
"Thank you. He probably forgot it. I’ll give it to him later."
Sienna nodded, pretentiously sipping a bit of tea.
The texture of the teacup was excellent. Perhaps one cup would cost her brother a month’s salary, and a slight sense of imbalance passed through her heart.
Why, coming from the same rural area, could Eleanor leisurely enjoy all this?
She had already confirmed with her brother that Eleanor was from the same place as her. In their poor, remote place, no one was more noble than another, which is why she dared to compete with Eleanor in the first place. In her heart, there was no difference between her and Eleanor.
Besides, boldly pursuing one’s own love isn’t wrong!
"Miss Hollis, is there any fruit here? Recently, I’ve been craving cherries for some reason."
She touched her belly as if unintentionally bringing up the remark.
Eleanor looked at the nanny, motioning for her to wash some cherries.
Soon, a plate of clean cherries was placed in front of Sienna.
Sienna felt a bit uncomfortable seeing Eleanor unperturbed. She picked up a cherry, ate one, and bent her lips into a smile.
"I’ve been feeling unwell with morning sickness lately and haven’t had much appetite. Miss Hollis, do you think it’ll be a boy or a girl? If it’s a boy, will he look a lot like Mr. Quinn?"
Her words made Eleanor uncomfortable.
"Sienna, that’s not something you should be concerned about."
Sienna’s face changed instantly, but she didn’t slow down her motion of touching her belly and even smiled.
Eleanor looked up and elegantly picked up a cherry.
"The child is mine and Hugo Quinn’s. You’re just a vessel, a vessel that shouldn’t concern itself with other things, shouldn’t hold other fantasies. Besides, you took the money, Sienna, you know how much that money is, enough for you to live comfortably for a long time. This is a transaction, and you shouldn’t bring personal emotions into it."
The more she spoke, the uglier Sienna’s face became. The word ’vessel’ was truly hurtful.
Just because this person is wealthy, can she completely disregard others’ dignity?
She opened her mouth, but when she met Eleanor’s eyes, she couldn’t say a word, as if her darkest secret had been seen through by her.
She quickly lowered her head, gripping the fabric on her lap tightly with both hands.
"Sorry, Miss Hollis, I was just curious and couldn’t control it for a moment."
Eleanor’s gaze was sharp yet she finally bent her lips.
"Thank you for bringing my husband’s coat back. I’m sorry, I’m in a bad mood today, so I won’t entertain you."
This was indirectly asking her to leave. Sienna wasn’t stupid.
She quickly stood up and, despite her unwillingness, said, "Miss Hollis, I’ll head back to the hospital then."
Eleanor nodded without any intention to see her out.
Sienna gritted her teeth, clenching her bleeding palms, and her body trembled slightly.
Shame, a wave of overwhelming shame surged within her. If she wasn’t aware of Eleanor’s status, she feared she might do something irrational.
Returning to the taxi, she angrily punched the seat, clenching her teeth with a grinding sound.
She loathed Eleanor’s high-and-mighty attitude. If she hadn’t been so lucky to marry Hugo Quinn, how would she have her current status? She’s just lucky, that’s all.
Sienna opened her palm and found it stained with blood. She snorted coldly without saying a word.
After she left, Eleanor found herself staring blankly at Hugo Quinn’s coat.
After a while, she picked up the coat and smelled it, noticing a slight scent of perfume, one that belonged to Sienna.
Her brows furrowed instantly, feeling a bit nauseous, not doubting that Sienna had been clutching the coat all the way.
She tossed it nonchalantly, throwing the coat directly into the trash bin.
"If she comes again, don’t let her into the villa. I don’t like women who overreach themselves."
Sienna’s visit to return the coat was merely to inform her that Hugo Quinn had been to the hospital.
And on top of that, there was perfume on the coat. If she didn’t trust Hugo, she might start suspecting some affair between Hugo and Sienna.
But unfortunately, Sienna calculated wrong because she always believed her husband would never betray her.