With that, she ran to open the door, and Princess was the first to dash out. Sure enough,n''s tall figure was standing outside.


    His silver-white hair looked a bit messy in the morning light, and his eyes were clearly tired. He had barely slept all night, rushing back to Ashford City from Kingston just in time to take his daughter to school.


    "Daddy, your eyes are so red!" Evelyn eximed, noticing her father''s unusually red eyes.


    Eleanor, standing at the door, also noticedn''s exhaustion. "I''ll take our daughter to school," she offered. "You should go home and rest."


    "I''lle with you. I can rest at thebter. I have an important meeting,"n said, shaking his head.


    Eleanor had no choice but to say, "I''ll drive." He wasn''t in any condition to drive.


    "Alright,"n didn''t argue.


    After dropping their daughter off at school, Eleanor drove toward theb. At the first red light, she nced in the rearview mirror to check the traffic behind them and saw thatn, in the passenger seat, had fallen asleep at some point. His head was tilted slightly toward the window, his breathing even and deep.


    He really had been exhaustedtelypeting for the presidency of The Guild of Commerce, managing Goodwin & Co., and the research at theb.


    The light turned green, and Eleanor drove on smoothly. The car was quiet. Withn asleep, Eleanor felt much more at ease than when he was awake.


    Half an hourter, Eleanor''s car pulled up in front of theb. Just as she was about to waken, she found that he was already awake. Although his eyes, framed by thickshes, were still heavy with sleep, they had regained their usual rity.


    "We''re here?" he asked, sitting up straight and rubbing his temples.


    "Yes," Eleanor nodded, opening her door and getting out.


    As soon as Eleanor reached her office, a nurse knocked on the door. "Dr. Sutton, Mr. Goodwin has called an emergency meeting. He''s asked you to go to conference room three."


    Eleanor was surprised. Didn''t he need more rest? Why call a meeting so early?


    Could there be another issue with Gina''s condition? Eleanor grabbed thetest data and headed to conference room three.


    When she opened the door, she saw Dr. Smith andn discussing Gina''s case. Dr. Smith was very optimistic, saying that Gina''s health was improving.


    Eleanor sat down. Ian''s gaze shifted to her, his expression deep andplex, with a hint of seriousness "Eleanor, starting tomorrow, I need you to hand over your curren research to Dr. Sraith. You''ll be


    rejoining the Neural Interface Project team to lead a new project."


    Eleanor looked at him, confused. "What project?"


    Eleanor frowned. "Why are we suddenly starting this project?"


    The exnation was logical and reasonable, but Eleanor couldn''t shake the feeling that something was off. Why wasn in such a hurry for her to return to the Neural Interface Project Team? And why had he specified this particr


    research direction?


    "El, you can leave your experiment to me. I promise the follow-up research will meet your expectations," Dr. Smith said.


    Eleanor, of course, trusted him. The medication n was alreadyplete, so the subsequent work wouldn''t require much effort.


    Eleanor looked atn, her brow furrowed as she studied him, trying to read something in his eyes. Ian met her gaze calmly, but in his deep eyes, apart from fatigue, she couldn''t read any other thoughts.