"Eleanor, even if you andn are divorced, I''m still Evelyn''s grandmother. Do you really think I''d ever hurt her?"


    Eleanor paused, caught off guard. "That''s not what I meant. I''ll take good care of Evelyn, you don''t need to worry."


    "Fine! Then I''ll pick her up for the weekend—she can stay with me a couple of days." With that, Gina ended the call.


    Eleanor climbed the stairs and opened herptop. She logged into her overseas academic profile and pulled up her research portfolio: three patents, and awards from Drexford. She set to work, carefully drafting a long-form statement, its headline direct and unflinching:


    "My Family, My Career, and the Truth About My Divorce."


    Her tone was calm and factual as she detailed her independent research journey.


    At the end, she attached scanned copies of all the crucial evidence-including her six-year-old offer letter from Drexford Lab, and the signed asset division agreement from both parties.


    She finished with a single, unwavering line: I believe the truth never lies, and cannot be distorted.


    After publishing the article on her ount, several major news outlets-who''d been keeping an eye on her page-immediately picked up the story. They shared the post, calling for an end to the rumors.


    Within thirty minutes, her post had racked up over a million views. The tide of public opinion began to shift.


    "Oh my god! I know The Ronald Medical Institute-that''s one of the world''s top research teams. Eleanor actually worked there?"


    "I looked through those patents. It really seems like she did all that work herself!" "So someone was deliberately trying to smear her reputation?"


    At the same time, Frazier got in touch with financial media outlets, sharing details from his conversation withn''s divorce attorney. He confirmed thatn and Eleanor''s split was amicable-no scheming, no trickery, no hidden motives.


    With both stories breaking at once, Joy called. "Ellie, you killed it. The whole narrative''s changing in your favor."


    Meanwhile,n had been following the news online. Watching Eleanor single- handedly turn things around, a flicker of admiration shone in his eyes.


    "Mr. Goodwin, just got word-Mr. Vaughn introduced Miss Sutton to one of hispany''s former executive managers."


    A sharp, cold glint passed throughn''s gaze. "Is that so?"


    "And he''s already signed on with Miss Sutton''s firm."


    "Understood," Ian said calmly.


    With someone capable now at Eleanor''s side, there was no need for him to get involved. Even if he wanted to help, she wouldn''t ept it.


    At the hotel, Serena stared at her phone, stunned by how quickly public opinion had swung. She hadn''t expected Eleanor to produce such authoritative proof and patents. Now, there were more people praising Eleanor online than criticizing her.


    "Damn it." Serena bit her lip, unwilling to let things go.


    Just then, a new message popped up. Serena''s shoulders tensed when she saw who it was-it was her older brother.


    "Stop causing trouble for Eleanor."


    Serena puffed out her cheeks, annoyed. Eleanor must have suspected her and tattled to her brother behind her back.


    "What are you talking about, big brother? I honestly have better things to do." She refused to admit a thing.


    "Just stay out of it," came his reply, firm but not angry.


    Since his tone wasn''t particrly harsh, Serena rxed. After all, Eleanor was an outsider now-why would her brother keep defending her?


    10 a.m.


    Outside Goodwin & Co.,n stepped out with Gavin by his side. Dressed in a sharp ck suit, his expression was steely and unreadable.


    A cluster of reporters, who''d been waiting for hours, surged forward the moment they saw him.