"Alright, I''ll go back to the Neural Interface team tomorrow," Eleanor finally agreed.


    Ian Goodwin paused for a moment before urging her, "You should hand over your work today and go back this afternoon."


    Eleanor''s eyes filled with confusion. Why was he in such a hurry? No matter how she looked at it,n''s behavior today was unusual.


    Not only had he suddenlyunched a new research project, but he had also specifically emphasized its direction.


    This inevitably brought Mansfield''s disappearance to mind. Could it be—


    No, that couldn''t be right. Eleanor shook her head, dismissing the ominous thought. Mansfield was on a mission; how could he possibly be connected to this research project?


    Just then, Eleanor''s phone rang. She nced at the name on the screen, and her breath caught.


    Eleanor picked up her phone. "I need to take this call."


    "Mr. Goodwin, are you alright?" Dr. Smith asked with concern.


    "I''m fine,"n said, looking up. "Doctor, I''ll be counting on you for Eleanor''s follow-up research."


    "Don''t worry, I''ll adhere strictly to the n," Dr. Smith nodded, though he was curious whyn would let Eleanor leave now. After all, she was working on the very medication their future daughter would need.


    Butn did look unwell. He pattedn''s shoulder and said, "Mr. Goodwin, you should get some rest. You look terrible."


    Just then, Eleanor pushed the door open and came back in, a clear look of relief on her face. Ian understood that Garth had reassured her.


    "Doctor, I''d like to speak with Eleanor alone,"n said.


    Smith nodded, stood up, and left.


    As soon as Eleanor sat down,n looked at her. "What did the Vice President say to you? Would you mind telling me?"


    Eleanor put down her phone and said coolly, "It was nothing. Just news about Mansfield."


    "Oh! Is he back?"n asked, raising an eyebrow.


    Eleanor shook her head, a flicker of disappointment in her eyes. "He he won''t be back for a while."


    "The Vice President mentioned the neural interface experiment. He hopes for a breakthrough as soon as possible, Eleanor said, tooking up at him. He considers this research very important."


    avertine search he said


    gaze. "Don''t disappoint


    the Vice President. After all, he might very well be your future-"


    The words "father-inw" lingered on his tongue before he forced them back down,


    taking a sip of water from the ss on the table.


    Of course Eleanor got what he really meant. She looked down and organized the documents in her hands, saying softly, "I''ll give it my all."


    Indeed, Garth had repeatedly urged her on the phone to work hard on this. Eleanor genuinely hoped to make a significant achievement, one that would make her fruing wife for Mansfield.


    The meeting room fell into a brief silence.


    Eleanor stood up. "I''m going to handle the work handover now."


    While Eleanor was with Dr. Smith,n pushed open the door to her office. Hey


    down on the long sofa inside, resting his head on his arm.


    He had discovered that this was the only ce in the entireb where he could sleep peacefully.