"Mr. Goodwin, you''re here," said Dr. Smith, then turned to a nurse. "Please ask Dr. Sutton to join us in Conference Room One." He then looked at Serena. "Miss Goodwin, you shoulde too."


    Serena quickly tookn''s arm. "Brother, does this mean Ellie found another way?"


    Dr. Smith nced back with a smile. "You''ll see in a moment, Miss Goodwin."


    Inside Conference Room One, Dr. Smith maintained an air of mystery until Eleanor walked in with herptop. Then, he announced excitedly, "Mr. Goodwin, you''re about to witness just how brilliant El truly is."


    Eleanor sat down and looked at the siblings. "Through my research," she began calmly, "ourb has sessfully extracted and cultivated a new type of antibody from the blood samples of direct rtives. I''ve tentatively named it the ''golden antibody.""


    She turned to herptop and brought up a data chart. "The performance of the golden antibody far exceeds the activity of the extract from Vanessa''s blood. Its stability and safety are also significantly higher."


    Eleanor continued, "This means that for all future treatments, we canpletely eliminate our reliance on Vanessa''s blood. All direct rtives can serve as primary donors."


    Thosest words struckn like a bolt of lightning.


    A decade of tension, of suppressed emotions, of shouldering an unbearable burden-in that single moment, it all shattered.


    An immense, unprecedented wave of euphoria crashed over him. He shot up from his chair, his hands" braced on the table, his chest rising and falling rapidly.


    A shuddering breath escaped him, and his eyes grew bright, glistening with unshed tears.


    He looked at Eleanor, his gaze a whirlwind of joy, shock, gratitude, and a deep, aching guilt.


    The shackles Vanessa had ced on him had just been broken by Eleanor''s own hands.


    "Brother! Did you hear that? This is amazing! You''re free! Evelyn will be okay!" Serena cried tears of joy, shakingn''s arm in excitement.


    his throat working as if a thousand words were stuck in his chest. In the end all he could manage was "Eleanor... thank you."


    But everyone in the room understood that those two words carried the weight of a decade.


    It was only then that Dr. Smith


    noticed the gray inn''s hair. He was


    stunned. Rememberingn''s frantic


    state in the emergency roomst


    night he wondered, Did his a turn gray overnight because of Eleanor


    "Serena, Doctor, could you give me a moment alone with Eleanor?"n asked.


    Dr. Smith stood up. Serena looked at her brother with a hopeful expression, silently urging him to do something.


    Once the door was closed, Eleanor stood up. "If it''s not about work, then-"


    Before she could finish, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her tightly into an embrace.