York''s gaze was full of meaning as he looked at Eleanor. "When your father was alive, the two people he worried about most were you and his granddaughter."


    Eleanor pressed her lips together and nodded. "Thank you for telling me all this, Mr. Windsor."


    "You''ve now conquered the research your father left unfinished, fulfilling a dream he never got to realize. He would be so proud if he knew."


    After York left, Eleanor walked down the hallway in a daze. She saw Smith talking to the head nurse and approached them. "Doctor, may I ask you a few questions?"


    "Oh, of course. Go ahead," Smith said, turning to her.


    "Who founded the Drexford bloodb?"


    "Well... did Mr. Goodwin not tell you?" Smith replied, looking at her.


    "It was my father, wasn''t it?" Eleanor asked directly.


    Smith nodded. "Yes. Your father was not only theb''s chief researcher but also its founder. Mr. Goodwin, however, provided all the funding."


    Eleanor''s heart sank. Her father had never told her this, and neither hadn.


    "Doctor, I heard from Mr. Windsor that theb''s initial project was leukemia research. Is that connected to the Goodwin family''s gic disorder?"


    Smith''s expression grew grave. "That... is something you should probably ask Mr. Goodwin himself."


    His words gave Eleanor a familiar feeling-once again,n was hiding something. Was it rted to what was in that locked file?


    Eleanor gritted her teeth, but one thing was certain:n''s ultimate goal in funding her father''sb was undoubtedly to find a cure for Gina''s disease.


    So, perhaps there was no need to dig any deeper.


    Eleanor worked until four-thirty, when a message from Mansfield came in. "What time do you think you''ll be off this afternoon?"


    Eleanor replied, "I''ll probably be working until around five-thirty."


    "Alright. Don''t forget to rest between work."


    "Okay, I have to get back to it now."


    At five-thirty, Eleanor finished up her work for the day. Lately, she hadn''t been responsible for Gina''s case and was instead focused on developing the new treatment, so she hadn''t seen much of the Goodwin family.


    Eleanor grabbed her bag and walked out. In the light of the setting sun, her figure looked somewhat weary. She got in her car and started driving home.


    The ck SUV immediately followed, but right behind it, a discreet sedan also pulled out and followed them.


    As Eleanor approached an intersection under an overpass, a police officer up ahead waved at her, signaling for her to pull over.


    Eleanor wondered if it was a sobriety checkpoint.


    She dutifully pulled over to the side of the road. The officer approached her window. "Please step out of the vehicle."


    Eleanor opened her door and got out. At that moment, the officer said her name. "Eleanor, is that right? We suspect you''re involved in an international criminal case. You''ll have toe with us."


    Eleanor''s heart clenched. She immediately knew something was wrong. If she had actuallymitted a crime, it wouldn''t be a traffic cop pulling her over.


    Besides, she had never done anything illegal in her life. She calmly demanded, "Please show me your identification."


    "Please cooperate with our


    investigation, the officer barked. He


    then opened the door of the


    adjacent police car and forcefully. shoved Eleanor inside. As she struggled, a man inside mped a cloth over her mouth, and her consciousness began to fade.


    The police car sped away. The entire incident took less than two minutes. By the time. Lanny got out of his car to see what was happening, he saw Eleanor being forced into the police vehicle Follow them, now! Something''s wrong! he yelled to his men.


    But as Lanny and his team scrambled back to their car, a ck sedan shot past


    them like a bullet, in hot pursuit of the fake police car.


    After taking several winding detours, the man driving the police car finally breathed


    a sigh of relief. "Finally shook those bodyguards."


    "Tsk, tsk, what a gorgeous doctor. We''re in for a treat, boys."


    "I''ve never had a doctor before, especially not one this pretty."


    The fake police car then sped through the city''s narrow alleyways, disappearing in


    the direction of the suburbs.