Old Master Quinn was the first to see Eleanor Hollis coming downstairs and spoke kindly, "Eleanor, you’re not feeling well, why don’t you sleep a little longer."
Eleanor Hollis saw everyone’s gaze turn toward her and hurriedly walked down.
"Grandpa Quinn, what is going on here?"
She was planning to sleep but heard noises downstairs and thought it might be Marcus waking up, so she decided to come down and check, not expecting to find so many people here.
"Hugo wants to divorce Grace Lynch, I don’t know what’s going on either."
Old Master Quinn pointed to the sofa beside him, gesturing for Eleanor Hollis to sit down.
Eleanor Hollis felt too embarrassed to go back upstairs, especially since she wanted to know what was happening.
When Grace Lynch saw her, she clenched her teeth tightly, instinct telling her that Hugo’s decision to divorce was because of this woman.
She must have seduced Hugo!
"Dad, I will not divorce Hugo!"
She hadn’t touched the divorce agreement, her resentful gaze firmly fixed on Eleanor Hollis, leaving Eleanor a bit baffled.
"Eleanor Hollis, seeing him wanting to divorce me! Are you very pleased?! This is the result you wanted, right? You told me before that moving into the villa was to seduce Hugo. I didn’t expect your actions to be so fast, Eleanor Hollis, I’m your sister, how could you be so cruel!"
In an instant, she poured all the blame onto Eleanor Hollis, hoping the old master would see Eleanor’s true character.
Eleanor Hollis furrowed her brow, it was impossible for her to admit to something she hadn’t done.
"Grace Lynch, I don’t know what you’re talking about, if you don’t want a divorce, you don’t have to tell me."
Hatred filled Grace Lynch’s eyes, wishing she could pounce and tear apart Eleanor’s deceitful face right now.
She had underestimated Eleanor Hollis, who could actually provoke Hugo into divorcing her.
Hugo saw Grace Lynch targeting Eleanor again, slowly leaning back against the sofa, giving off an aura that was both dangerous and lazy.
"Grace Lynch, divorcing you is my decision, it has nothing to do with Eleanor Hollis."
The more he said this, the more Grace Lynch felt maybe the two were colluding, she began to cry, grabbing onto the master’s sleeves. Check latest chapters at 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚫𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚫𝕟𝕖𝕥
"Dad, you saw it too, it’s Eleanor Hollis who seduced Hugo, so Hugo wants to divorce me, Dad, I don’t want a divorce, help me..."
She truly looked pitiful now, the old master felt a pang of sympathy.
"Hugo! Stop this nonsense!"
He said in a steady voice, already showing anger on his face.
Hugo pressed his lips together, his fingertips lightly tapping on the sofa, it seemed tonight he wouldn’t spare Grace any face.
Lan Yancy didn’t understand why he was suddenly called, only responding respectfully.
"Tear her turtleneck off for me."
From start to finish, Hugo’s voice was indifferent.
Lan Yancy looked at him hesitantly, with so many people present at the Quinton Family, was it really appropriate to tear Grace Lynch’s clothing...
But this was the president’s order, the president’s orders were absolute.
So with a neutral expression, he walked over to Grace Lynch’s side, while Grace tightly protected her clothing.
"Hugo! What exactly do you want?! You want him to tear my clothes, do you want to watch the mother of Marcus shame herself in front of so many people?! You claim to love Marcus! It’s all fake, right?! Now you want to abandon us mother and son for Eleanor Hollis?!"
Old Master Quinn heard Grace Lynch’s voice, saw Lan Yancy actually planning to go tear her clothes, and bit his teeth.
Yet Hugo showed no signs of stopping, "Lan Yancy, tear."
Lan Yancy was very obedient to Hugo, and coupled with his professional training, it was extremely easy for him to tear a woman’s clothes.
"Get away! Don’t come near!"
Grace Lynch was acutely aware of what was on her neck, continuously retreating, tightly guarding her collar.
The atmosphere in the living room was heavy, because it was Hugo’s command, no one dared speak up, even the others chose silence.
Grace Lynch’s turtleneck was instantly torn off, Lan Yancy did it skillfully, only removing a circle from her neck, leaving other parts intact.
As the turtleneck was ripped off, the deep and shallow kiss marks on Grace Lynch’s neck were laid bare for all to see.
The old master’s grip on his cane tightened, almost fainting with anger, luckily the butler promptly handed him a heart-saving pill.
"Don’t look at me! Don’t look at me..."
Grace Lynch was crying, she hadn’t expected Hugo’s actions to be so direct, having someone tear off the turtleneck she used for concealment.
Now everyone knew what she had been up to.
"Grace Lynch, if you had signed the agreement earlier, I’d still give you a lot of compensation, but now, you won’t get a dime."
Hugo squinted, his gaze roving her whole body before emitting a cold sneer.
Grace Lynch trembled, feeling the judgmental stares around her, wishing she could find a crack to hide in.
Old Master Quinn’s chest was heaving vigorously, finally, under the soothing effect of the medication, he managed to catch his breath.
"Grace Lynch, you need to tell everyone who that man is, I have always trusted you, but didn’t expect you to do such a thing behind Hugo’s back, no wonder Hugo wants a divorce. You’re already a mother, so irresponsible to act recklessly outside, how can you fulfill the role of young mistress of the Quinton Family."
The old master had originally stood by Grace Lynch’s side, but after seeing the marks on her neck, he spoke heavily.
He knew his youngest son’s temper wasn’t good; for him to call everyone together at such a late hour, it implied something very serious had occurred.
Grace Lynch wanted to cover the marks on her neck, but at this moment she was exposed to everyone, the gazes filled with condemnation and disdain.
At this moment, she felt stripped like a disreputable woman, those gazes stabbing her all over painfully.
"Dad, it’s not like that, I was just... just assaulted, that’s why..."
She quivered, trying to find a justification, glancing nervously at Nathaniel Quinn.
She realized this man had been sitting indifferently all along, as if the scene before him had nothing to do with him.
How could he act , he had clearly tricked her into bed, now sitting with a detached air?
Nathaniel Quinn’s gaze also locked onto her at this moment, filled with derision, he seemed determined not to stand up tonight.
"Assaulted? Who was that person?"
The old master was not easily fooled, Grace Lynch had been guarding her neck this whole time, clearly not wanting everyone to discover her abnormality, her words even conveyed shielding that man.
Now she changed her story to claiming assault, and likely no one present would believe it.