Gavin hadn''t even finished his sentence when Eleanor pushed open the conference room doors.


    The crash echoed through the room.


    Everyone inside turned in shock, startled by the sudden intrusion-especiallyn, seated at the head of the table, who stared at Eleanor in disbelief.


    "Out. I need a word with you." Eleanor''s furious gaze locked onton.


    The department heads exchanged bewildered nces, silently wondering who this young woman was-and where she found the nerve to speak ton like that.


    "Who are you? Can''t you see we''re in a meeting?" The finance manager was the first to speak up, his tone sharp.


    "That''s right! Where''s your sense of decorum? We''re in the middle of something here." Another man in his early forties chimed in, frowning.


    Eleanor shot them a cold look. "I''m his wife. I have something to discuss with him."


    Her words sent a ripple of surprise through the room. The finance manager''s face shifted instantly; forcing a nervous smile, he nodded atn. "Mr. Goodwin, we''ll excuse ourselves." Then he turned to Eleanor, giving her an apologetic smile. "Mrs. Goodwin, pardon us."


    The other manager followed suit, his smile awkward. "Sorry, Mrs. Goodwin."


    One by one, the executives took the hint and filed out, each of them noting the stormy look on Mrs. Goodwin''s face and realizing this was clearly a private matter between husband and wife.


    "Couldn''t this wait until we''re home?"n arched an eyebrow, only mildly perturbed.


    Eleanor mmed her palm on the table, voice trembling with anger. n, why do you have the rights to my mother''s donor sample? What did you do to get it from my father? You''d better have a good exnation."


    "Joel told you, didn''t he?"n''s tone was icy, annoyance flickering across his face.


    Fury pounded in Eleanor''s veins. She clenched her jaw. "If Joel hadn''t told me, were you ever nning to?n, you''ve gone too far. That was my mother''s donation you had no right to decide what to do with it."


    Eleanor blocked his way, her emotions spinning out of control. "You''re not going anywhere until you tell me the truth."


    He nced at his watch, unbothered. "I have an important video call in a few minutes."


    She''d always known he could be ruthless, but she hadn''t realized just how cold he could be.


    Eleanor stood her ground, voice raw. "Ian, give me back the rights to my mother''s sample. I should be the one to decide whether it''s used for research."


    "I know this is hard for you to ept, but I have to use your mother''s bone marrow sample for my research."n''s voice was calm, as if he were talking about


    a stranger''s donation, not his own mother-inw''s.


    Tears welled in Eleanor''s eyes. Her knuckles whitened as she dug her nails into the polished tabletop. She gritted her teeth. "Don''t make me hate you,n."<fn64b9> For original chapters go to find~novel</fn64b9>


    He sighed. "Your father signed it over to me. The decision is mine now."


    Eleanor''s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. Her lips trembled but she held them tightly together, refusing to break.


    Just then, Gavin opened the door again. "Mr. Goodwin, your video call with Mr. Harrison is starting."


    She pped his hand away, her voice shaking with rage. "Get out."


    Gavin flinched. In his eyes, Eleanor had always been the quiet, gentle type. He couldn''t remember ever seeing her like this.


    The tissues fluttered to the floor asn stood frozen for a moment, then finally strode out, his handsome features set in a mask of icy detachment.


    In the hallway, he pulled out his phone and dialed Joel''s number. "Hello, Mr. Goodwin."


    "Dr. Kingsley, in the future, I''d appreciate it if you kept our business between us. I don''t need my wife getting the wrong idea." His tone was sharp, leaving no room for argument.