"How can I calm down?" Eleanor pped his hand off her shoulder, tears finally streaming down her face. "You all knew, and you all kept it from me. So, the person this project is supposed to save is him, isn''t it? Is he in aa? Or is he in a vegetative state?"
Eleanor tilted her head back, her red eyes filled with pain, questions, and the fury of being deceived.
If that was the case, why hide it from her? Why not just tell her the truth?
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his gaze was deep andplex, heavy with a difficult honesty. "Yes."
His answer hit Eleanor like a sledgehammer. She forgot to breathe, her face turning deathly pale in an instant.
Eleanor closed her eyes, and tears streamed down uncontrobly. So, he had already been lying in a hospital bed when she took on this project, and she had known nothing.
"Why—why did you all hide this from me?" Eleanor''s voice was broken.
"It was a direct order from Garth. I had no choice but to follow it."n watched her trembling, crying form "He was concerned that telling you Would affect you emotionally and put you under immense pressure, which would hinder your research and judgment."
Eleanor''s emotions were at a breaking point. Mansfield''s life depended on her research, and she had beenpletely unaware.
Eleanor pressed her lips together, her vision blurred by tears. She tried to hold back her sobs, but they kept escaping.
endless tears, his fists clenching
silently. He knew her pain,
understood her
anger, but there was
nothing he could do. Even though he desperately wanted to pull her into his arms, he no longer had the right.
"I''m sorry," was all he could finally say.
Eleanor''s suppressed sobs echoed in the spacious office. Ian''s hand instinctively rose, wanting to reach out and hold her, but it froze mid-air. He knew that after this, Eleanor would only hate him more.
Eleanor suddenly wiped her tears
away, grabbed her bag, and tried to
stand. But the emotional turmoil,
Spiel
And just in time, an arm wrapped around her waist.