Eleanor nodded softly and walked over. "Let me take her."


    Eleanor followed, watching as he gently ced Evelyn on the bed. The moment he did, Evelyn started rubbing her eyes and kicking her little legs, showing a hint of fussiness. Ian knelt down and gently stroked her head, letting her feel the warmth of her father''s presence.


    Only after Evelyn had fallen back into a deep sleep didn carefully pull the covers over her.


    Once their daughter was settled,n turned to Eleanor. "Get some rest."


    Eleanor walked him downstairs. At the door,n turned to face her. In the dim light, his gaze was intense. "Waking him up... how confident are you?"


    Eleanor paused, thinking for a few seconds before answering honestly. "The neural interface technology is theoretically viable, but there are still many uncertainties in its practical application. However—" She looked up, her eyes firm. "I will never give up."


    "You''ve already helped so much," Eleanor said, referring to the equipment.


    Eleanor stood at the door for a while, staring at it asplex emotions washed over her. She had asked York Windsor that afternoon and learned what acquiring thattest model of monitoring equipment really meant. It wasn''t just about money. Ian had leveraged the most importantmercial bargaining chip of his biotechpany, signing at least a five-year exclusive partnership agreement with Drexford, a top-tier medical devicepany.


    This agreement tied a portion of Goodwin Biotech''s research direction to the otherpany for the next five years. The associated business risks and concessions. were far beyond what money could measure.


    Eleanor sighed. She had once hated him for his coldness and distance, but now, he was using the most tangible means possible to support her in saving another person.


    Did he really want nothing in return? Or was he doing all this for Mansfield because Garth could help him in his career? After all, he had made a huge business sacrifice for Mansfield''s sake.


    She could never figure him out before, and she still couldn''t read him now.


    Returning to the bedroom, Eleanor sat by her daughter''s bed, watching her peaceful, sleeping face, and drifted into thought for a while.


    For the next three days, Eleanor threw herself into her research, sometimes even skipping meals.


    Immersed in her work, she had an epiphany about a truth she had overlooked.


    Her life was destined to be spent in ab. Countless projects awaited her in the future. The rhythm of a life in research meant she could never give a partner thepanionship they deserved, not like an ordinary couple.


    This realization brought Eleanor a sense of relief. Her feelings for Mansfield weren''t romantic She admired his abilities and


    grateful he had saved her but as for


    spending a lifetime together—


    Eleanor walked to the window. In the distance, the city lights zed. She whispered


    to herself, "I''m sorry, Mansfield."


    She had to be honest with herself. She didn''t want to make the same mistake again. She couldn''t give Mansfield the pure, passionate love he deserved.


    Just as Eleanor was lost in her thoughts, her phone vibrated. She picked it up and read the message. [Eleanor, there''s been a breakthrough in the neural signal test. Get over here, quick.]