Despite her fatigue, Eleanor''s eyes were exceptionally bright. "I know," she said with a small smile. "Thank you for the reminder."


    "Oh, right. Mr. Goodwin is on the line. He wants to speak with you," Smith said, quickly handing her his phone.


    Eleanor''s first thought was of her daughter. Was something wrong? She snatched the phone. "What''s wrong with Evelyn?"


    A deep, masculine voice answered, reassuring her. "Evelyn''s asleep. She''s fine. Eleanor, go get some rest. Get out of theb."


    Hearing that her daughter was safe, Eleanor''s relief was quickly reced by a cool detachment. "You don''t get to manage my life."


    "You don''t want what happened to your father to happen to you, Eleanor. Just listen to me,"n''s voice suddenly grew agitated.


    Eleanor froze.


    On the other end of the line, his tone softened. "The experiment can wait until tomorrow. Don''t work yourself into the ground."


    If she recalled correctly, he hadn''t been so considerate when she was developing the cure for leukemia. Back then, he had pushed her relentlessly. What was with the sudden act of kindness now?


    "Just worry about yourself,n," Eleanor said before hanging up. She turned to Smith. "Doctor, just a little more time. I promise I''ll get some rest."


    "El, what exactly are you working on?" Smith asked, puzzled. After all, the research direction for Serena was already set; they just needed to proceed with the trial to get the results.


    "Doctor, I believe there must be some kind of highly homologous connection between direct rtives."


    Smith looked at her, stunned. "So, you''re searching for that connection?" Eleanor nodded.


    He shook his head in disbelief. "I''ve looked. I spent ten years on that very research and found nothing."


    "Your data has been incredibly helpful. It allowed me to rule out so many factors," Eleanor said. Despite her paleplexion, her eyes were bright and clear "Docter, I''m just continuing down the path you started, hoping to find another miracle."


    "But you have to rest," Smith insisted. "Mr. Goodwin is going crazy at home. He''s


    called four or five times since this afternoon."


    Eleanor offered a faint smile. "Alright, I know."


    The heavyb door closed, and she returned to her station. As she prepared another blood culture, a set of data suddenly shed across the instrument''s


    screen.


    The peak amplitude was soaring, reaching an astonishing new high. Its stability far surpassed the


    antibodies provided by Vanessa


    Inside the incubator, troup of simted diseased cells was being eradicated at a rate that exceeded even the performance of the extracts from Vanessa''s blood.


    She had done it.


    Eleanor stared at the screen, scarcely believing her eyes. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and an overwhelming, indescribable wave of joy washed over her, making her eyes well up.


    She had seeded. She had found


    the other key. They no longer needed Vanessa. The blood of a direct rtive could generate a far more powerful healing force. This meant that not only could Gina and Serena bepletely free of their dependence on Vanessa, but more importantly, her daughter would have the most reliable source of life-saving blood in the future.


    Eleanor immediately printed out the data sheet and encrypted the file for this


    "golden antibody." It was a monumental breakthrough.


    As she stepped out of theb, she suddenly swayed forward. A nurse rushed to support her. "Dr. Sutton, are you alright?"


    "I—" A sharp pain stabbed through Eleanor''s chest. Then everything went dark, and she sank into the nurse''s arms.


    "Dr. Sutton! Dr. Sutton!" the nurse cried out in panic. "Someone help! Dr. Sutton has copsed! Call an ambnce!"