When Dr. Smith heard the news, the man in his fifties rushed over just as the nurses were calling for an ambnce. Seeing Eleanor''s deathly pale face, he panicked and immediately dialedn''s number.


    "Mr. Goodwin, Miss Sutton copsed—"


    On the other end,n''s mind went nk for a few seconds. When he came to, he gripped the phone tightly. "Get her to the hospital immediately. I''m on my way."


    Joslyn was startled awake by a sharp knock on her door. She threw on a robe and opened it to findn standing there, his chest heaving. "Please go downstairs and watch Evelyn," he said, his voice strained. "Let her rest at home tomorrow. I need you to take care of her."


    Joslyn had never seenn so disheveled and almost frantic. It startled her. "Of course, Mr. Goodwin. I''ll take good care of Evelyn."


    She followed him downstairs. By the time she entered his room, he had already grabbed his car keys and was practically bolting out the door.


    The roar of an engine tore through the night as a ck Maybach shot out of the Cloudcrest Manor''s underground garage, disappearing down the street like a panther.


    At the hospital, the red light above the emergency room door glowed ominously. Whenn arrived, he found Dr. Smith pacing anxiously.


    "How is she?"n demanded, his voice hoarse as he grabbed Smith''s shoulders. "They''re still running tests. She just copsed suddenly, cause unknown-maybe she was just too exhausted. She''s been working at high intensity for over eighty hours straight, ever since Miss Goodwin''s first trial began."


    His father-inw''s words echoed in his ears. He had solemnly promised to take care of Eleanor for him, and now he had let her copse in aboratory. Even if her father''s heart condition wasn''t hereditary, their shared gics were a risk he couldn''t—wouldn''t dare to bet against.


    If she followed in her father''s footsteps because of this... if she never woke up...n''s body trembled slightly.


    After what felt like an eternity, the emergency room doors finally swung open.


    As a doctor emerged,n rushed forward. "Doctor, how is she?"


    The doctor removed his mask, his expression softening. "Mr. Goodwin, Dr. Sutton suffered a cardiac arrhythmia brought on by extreme fatigue Fortunately, you brought her, in promptly so there were r serious consequences. However, I do rmend aprehensive cardiac screening for any hereditary conditions."


    "Thank you, Doctor,"n managed, his voice raspy.


    A short whileter, Eleanor was moved to a private room. She was sleeping


    peacefully, an IV drip attached to the back of her hand, the heart monitor beeping steadily beside her.


    other hand, the one without the needle, its coldness sent a pang through his heart, and he tightened


    his grip, trying to transfer his


    warmth to her.


    Eleanor slept on, deeply and without stirring, as if her body was finally taking the


    rest it so desperately needed.


    Dr. Smith eventually returned to the


    He looked up slightly. Overnight, stark threads of gray had appeared among his dark hair.


    When a nurse entered to change Eleanor''s IV drip, her eyes fell on the man sitting as still as a statue. She froze for a second, stunned.