Chapter 508: Chapter 508

Julian Sterling was hit in the face by a pile of documents, causing him pain. He picked them up to take a look, unable to describe his feelings—strangely, he wasn’t surprised at all.

Yvette Jacobs’s voice broke. She looked in disbelief at the fabricated materials, her eyes filled with fear as she turned to Jude Shaw.

She hadn’t done any of those things. Except for the news about the Jacobs Family going bankrupt, everything else was fake. How could Jude Shaw slander her !

Eleanor Hollis had already caught up by now, coincidentally hearing Jude Shaw’s words, and she paused in her tracks.

She wasn’t sure if the information was true, but from the looks of Julian Sterling, he seemed to already believe it.

"Julian, it’s not like that, don’t listen to his nonsense, he’s framing me."

Yvette’s face was full of pain. She wanted to reach out to Julian Sterling but he dodged her.

"Fabricated? Why would Jude Shaw target you for no reason, or fabricate these things to smear you? Yvette, he is not such a person. To think that while I was in a coma, you managed to do so many things."

Yvette Jacobs’s pupils dilated—he actually believed it just like that?

"It’s not true! I admit the Jacobs Family does owe money, but besides that, I haven’t done anything, nor have I had an abortion."

Her words weren’t even finished when Jude Shaw interrupted her.

"You know whether it’s true or not, Miss Jacobs. Julian, come back with me. Don’t associate with this kind of woman next time. We didn’t tell you these things before because we were afraid of shocking you, as the doctor said you can’t be shocked right now."

He walked over and supported Julian Sterling, his tone softening a bit.

Julian Sterling didn’t speak, letting himself be led away.

Yvette Jacobs’s mind went blank. She never expected Jude Shaw to come up with such a despicable method to deal with her.

She looked at Eleanor Hollis, who was watching the scene unfold, feeling unwilling in her heart.

Eleanor Hollis raised her eyebrows. Did this have anything to do with her? Wasn’t it all Jude Shaw’s doing?

"Eleanor Hollis, are you avenging Gloria Galloway? Haha, while Gloria Galloway was alive, she couldn’t defeat me. Do you think now that she’s dead, she can win? Julian has no memory of her at all, but just put on a show of self-inflicted injury, and he’ll come back to me."

"Julian Sterling is in love with Gloria Galloway; his wife is also Gloria Galloway. That will never change to anyone else. Yvette Jacobs, no matter what you do, it’s useless. I suggest you stay away from Julian Sterling while Jude Shaw hasn’t completely destroyed you."

Yvette Jacobs was so angry she could barely stand. Because of her injured foot, the excitement only made the pain worse. She gritted her teeth and limped away.

Eleanor Hollis sighed, only then noticing the sweat on her forehead.

Lately, she couldn’t even solve her own problems but still had the energy to mind other people’s business.

"Is that her, Eleanor Hollis, the one who has a mistress outside?"

"Keep your voice down, maybe she’s already heard it."

"So what if she has? Everyone knows about the issues in their family. I heard her husband is openly looking for the person he had a one-night stand with. High society is truly chaotic."

A few nurses whispered not far away, constantly pointing in Eleanor Hollis’s direction.

Eleanor Hollis felt a bit uncomfortable and went upstairs, returning to the hospital room.

"Mommy, what’s wrong with me?"

Marcus had woken up, somewhat startled to find himself in a hospital, feeling a bit scared.

Eleanor Hollis immediately took his hand, comforting him with a gentle pat.

"You’ve not been well lately, and you need to stay in the hospital to rest for a while. Don’t worry, you’ll be better soon."

Marcus nodded naively, his eyelids heavy.

"I’m going to sleep for a bit, I’m so sleepy."

Seeing him , Eleanor Hollis felt a constant ache in her heart. If Marcus’s biological mother couldn’t be found soon, they couldn’t determine the cause of the illness, making it hard to treat specifically.

If they tried all the medicines available, Marcus’s body wouldn’t be able to handle the side effects. Perhaps before finishing half of them, his body would give out.

Therefore, finding that woman became particularly urgent.

Until Marcus fell asleep, Eleanor Hollis stayed by his side.

In the evening, Hugo Quinn rushed in, looking exhausted, but he relaxed when he saw her there.

"Still haven’t found her?"

Eleanor Hollis asked, holding Marcus’s hand.

Hugo Quinn nodded. Despite searching for days, that woman never reached out to them.

Eleanor Hollis felt stifled, somewhat helpless, and couldn’t stand seeing Marcus suffer, so she decided to step out for some fresh air.

Outside, her phone rang again, still from the Dawson Family.

"Old Master, what do you need?"

This person was relentless. If she kept blocking the number, he would likely use another phone to call.

Old Master Dawson was constantly coughing, aware that he didn’t have much longer to live, his tone softened.

"Eleanor, I want to see you, just to apologize. I don’t have much longer, for the sake of me being your grandfather, see me one last time."

Old Master Dawson had decided to all his assets, but remembering Eleanor Hollis had saved him before, he wanted to leave her a bit.

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Damian Dawson was unaware of the old master’s plans. Seeing Eleanor Hollis arrive, his gaze turned unfriendly.

"What are you doing here?"

Eleanor Hollis directly passed him, going upstairs.

The old master’s room was filled with the smell of medicine, and several people were keeping watch nearby.

Seeing her arrival, the old master became very excited, dismissing everyone else, leaving only Eleanor Hollis.

Eleanor Hollis sat down beside him. After all, this person was dying; she couldn’t speak too harshly.

"Eleanor, about the previous matters, I was in the wrong."

Every sentence from the old master required a lot of breath. Eleanor Hollis feared he might not catch his breath, passing out then and there.

"I won’t leave any of the Dawson Family’s assets to Damian. I’ve already made a will to everything, but regarding you, I’ve clearly written in my will what I intend to leave you."

Eleanor Hollis frowned, "I don’t need it; I already have enough money."

"If I’m giving it to you... just take it."

The old master’s voice was quite loud, somewhat agitated.

Eleanor Hollis had no choice but to keep quiet, awkwardly patting his back.

Damian Dawson stood by the door, hearing every word clearly. He had been waiting for the old master to die, so he could rightfully allocate the Dawson Family’s assets, only to find out this old one never intended to leave him a dime?

Damian Dawson’s hands clenched tightly, his palms stained with blood.

Even Eleanor Hollis was left something, yet the old man left nothing for him!

His eyes filled with resentment as he watched Eleanor Hollis’s back, his lips pressing into a tight line.