Smith nodded and dismissed his assistant.


    Eleanor rememberedn saying he had something important to discuss with her that morning, and she had been waiting to hear what it was.


    "You said you had something to talk to me about. What is it?" Eleanor asked first.


    Eleanor was stunned. "Why?"


    "Just listen to me. Don''t conceive naturally. Always take precautions,"n said, turning his face away, though his voice held an unquestionable authority. "It''s for the good of you and your children."


    Eleanor frowned. "Are you hiding something else from me?"


    If Eleanor weren''t in the medical field, she might not have given it a second thought. But with her background,n''s words made her keenly aware that he was hiding something.


    "What else are you hiding from me? Can you just tell me everything at once?" Eleanor asked, staring at him.


    n looked up, his gaze meeting hers with a flicker of tenderness. "Please, just listen to me this onest time."


    Then he added, "For the sake of your second child, don''t take any risks."


    As Eleanor frowned, still pondering his words, the man opposite her swallowed, his voice growing hoarse. "If, if you and him—"


    He paused, as if the mere thought of it was unbearable. "Remember to take precautions."


    With that,n stood up and left, as if he couldn''t bear to stay another second.


    Eleanor frowned, watching the conference room door swing back from the force of his push. She hadn''t expectedn to bring up such a private topic.


    But her attention was still fixed on his warning. Why would he suddenly bring this up?


    The gic risk Evelyn carried came from the Goodwin family line; it had nothing to do with her family.


    So why was he warning her?


    Eleanor rubbed her brow and returned to her office. She didn''t have much time to dwell on it, however, as a pile of experimental data awaited her analysis.


    Just then, her phone buzzed with a message from Joy Thatcher.


    "Oh my god! Ellie, did you see? The media just reported thatn''s hair has gonepletely white. Is it true?"


    She sent a photo along with the message. It showedn leaving the Goodwin & Co. building, surrounded by several bodyguards. His profile was clearly visible, his gray-white hair strikingly prominent in the sunlight. Thements below the photo had already exploded.


    "What happened to Mr. Goodwin? How did his hair turn white overnight?"


    "I hope he''s not seriously ill!"


    "No! He''s too handsome for that! He''s totally my type."


    "Well, with his looks and physique, he can pull off any hair color."


    "OMG, Daddy!"


    As Eleanor frowned at the screen, another message from Joy came through. "Eleanor, don''t tell me his hair turned white overnight because you left him!"


    Eleanor was taken aback, her feelingsplicated. She wasn''t sure herself ifn''s white hair had anything to do with her.


    The man had always been incredibly resilient. Looking back at his life, he had shouldered immense pressure. It couldn''t be that her leaving was what caused this. "No, it must be from too much stress."


    "Some people are specting he has a serious illness. You don''t think that''s true, do you? I may not like him, but he''s Evelyn''s father. I still hope he stays healthy," Joy continued.


    Eleanor paused for a few seconds. Joy''s words were a stark reminder. He wasn''t just her daughter''s father he was also the key to her future safety. It was necessary to remind him to get a check-up.


    Eleanor picked up her phone, foundn''s number, and dialed.


    "I''m on my way back to the office. What''s up?"n''s voice came through.


    "Could you find a day to get a full physical?" Eleanor suggested seriously.


    There was a few seconds of silence on the other end, followed byn''s slightly annoyed tone. "What? You think there''s something wrong with pe? Then he added, m perfectly fine. I don''t need a check-up."