Back then, Eleanor was indeed pure and beautiful, and Gavin had been struck by her at that moment.


    He remembered thinking at the time what a good person the real Mrs. Goodwin


    was.


    Vanessa was all about money and fame in Drexford, but Eleanor never seemed to want anything at all.


    But the Eleanor of today had transformed into someone who seemed utterly out of reach.


    The medication from the IV dripped steadily inton''s arm, and he drifted off to sleep.


    Gavin tiptoed over, adjusted the nket, and went back to his work.


    Regardless of everything, Gavin still hoped his boss could win Eleanor back. Otherwise, knowing his personality, he would probably stay single for the rest of his life.


    At five-thirty, Eleanor picked up her daughter and headed home, with no intention of telling her aboutn''s illness.


    However, by the time she finished washing her hands at home, Joslyn had already spilled the beans.


    "Mommy, is Daddy sick? Is he downstairs? I want to go see him," Evelyn Goodwin pleaded, her big eyes wide.


    "I''m so sorry, ma''am," Joslyn said, flustered. She was in the middle of making more soup forn.


    "It''s alright," Eleanor said, not ming her. Joslyn had been onn''s payroll for six years; she still had a soft spot for her former employer.


    "Evelyn, why don''t you wait a little while? Once I''ve finished making the soup, you and Mommy can go down together to visit your daddy," Joslyn suggested.


    Eleanor frowned but said nothing. Ian was now the primary donor, and he needed to recover quickly. They were scheduled to administer the new medication to Gina Quinn next week.


    Fifteen minutester, the doorbell ton''s apartment rang.


    Gavin opened the door and his face lit up when he saw Eleanor and Evelyn. "Miss Sutton, you''re here."


    "Daddy!" Evelyn had already darted inside.


    Hearing his daughter''s sweet voice, he immediately got up, crouched down, and opened his arms to catch the little girl as she barreled into him.


    "Daddy, are you sick? Does it hurt?" Evelyn asked worriedly, cing her small hand on his forehead.


    "Daddy got a shot, so I''m feeling much better,"n said softly, his gaze lifting to the woman who was walking over with a thermal container.


    Eleanor set the soup down and said to Gavin, "Make sure he eats some of this. I''m heading back up."


    Just then, a dog rushed in and brushed against Gavin''s leg.


    Princess had arrived, along wit


    bowls of appetizers Joslyn had forgotten to bring down.


    wo


    "Mr. Goodwin, I just made these to go with your soup," Joslyn said.


    "Thank you, Joslyn. That''s very thoughtful of you,"n said gratefully.


    Joslyn smiled, a little embarrassed. "It''s nothing, really. I''m happy to do it."


    "Mommy, can I stay here with Daddy for a little while?" Evelyn asked, not wanting to leave.


    Eleanor didn''t force the issue. "I''ll call you when it''s time for dinner."


    "Okay, Mommy!" Evelyn nodded happily.


    Joslyn left, and just as Eleanor stepped out the door, she turned back and called


    to the dog lying on the floor. "Princess,e on."


    Princess whimpered, her big eyes looking up at her owner, but she didn''t move. Clearly, she wanted to stay too.


    "Could you let Princess stay with me for a bit?"n asked in a low, pleading tone.


    Though reluctant, Eleanor saw that


    Princess wasn''t going to listen to her


    anyway. She decided not


    bother


    and left, closing the door behind her.


    Still, the fact that Eleanor had personally brought their daughter downstairs was a pleasant surprise forn.


    "Daddy, hurry and drink your soup!" Evelyn urged her father.


    "Alright."n stood up and took her hand, leading her to the table. He was indeed hungry.


    Evelyn sat beside him, propping her chin on her hands and watching bim with a happy expression. The soup warmed his stomach, but his daughter''s presence was just asforting.