The sunlight outlined the smooth lines of his shoulders and neck and his toned back. The navy blue golf shirt made his physique look even sharper.


    He then executed a fluid backswing and turn, the entire motion seamless.


    It was both powerful and elegant.


    The small white ball was struck with precision, flying through the air in a perfect parab andnding steadily in an ideal position.


    The two women on the side secretly snapped several photos, then began to egg each other on. "Go on, go talk to him! Seize the opportunity, get Mr. Goodwin to teach us how to y."


    "You go! Hurry up!"


    Their conversation reached Eleanor''s ears. They hadn''t even noticed her, their eyespletely captivated byn on the course.


    Eleanor narrowed her eyes as she watched him. At that moment,n was indeed very-dazzling.


    Just as the two women were still hesitating,n was already walking back toward them. They immediately got excited, nning how they would approach him.


    But they quickly realized his gaze was fixed on the woman under the parasol next to them. It dawned on them that he hadpany. They blushed with embarrassment and fell silent.


    They looked at the woman under the parasol. She was dressed in a white golf outfit, exuding a refined andposed elegance. Her profile was so beautiful it was impossible to ignore.


    Eleanor noticed and frowned slightly but said nothing.


    "When are we heading back?"


    "I''ve booked a restaurant for lunch. We can leave now,"n said in a low voice.


    Afterward, they left the golf course and went to a quiet, upscale restaurant nearby. Perhaps because they had once been married, there was little awkwardness or restraint between them. Even without conversation, the atmosphere felt natural and casual.


    During the meal,n didn''t intentionally bring up personal topics. Instead, Eleanor asked a few questions about Aaron, wanting to know more about her investor.


    After lunch,n drove Eleanor home. Although he had imed her time for the day, Eleanor was feeling a bit tired.


    "Would you mind if I came up for dinner tonight?"n asked in a low tone. "I''ll be working from home this afternoon, se i on''t be going out." He then added, "My stomach''s been bothering metely, so I''d like to eat something light."


    Eleanor thought for a moment and nodded. "Okay, you cane up."


    Only then didn smile and turn to leave.


    At three in the afternoon, there was


    a knock on Eleanor''s door. It was Diaz Archer: He was holding a bag of fruit and another bag. "Ellie brought you something I bought this fruit, and my grand-uncle asked me to give you these books. He said they belonged to your father."


    Eleanor was surprised. Seeing the sweat on his face, she said gratefully, "Thank you, Diaz. Come in and have some water."


    "No, thanks. I have to go to the library to look up some information," Diaz said with a smile before turning and leaving.


    Eleanor ced the fruit on the table, then sat on the sofa and took out the books from the cloth bag. Two were medical textbooks filled with her father''s notes.


    The other was a thinner notebook, which looked like something her father had used for casual jottings.


    Eleanor opened the slightly worn notebook. The pages had yellowed with age, and the entries were dated eleven years ago.


    She read the contents carefully, her expression growing more and more solemn as she did. The notebook contained research ideas and experimental data on early intervention treatments for leukemia.


    The handwriting was messy but filled with an urgent energy. It was clear her father had beenpletely immersed in this research at the time.


    As she flipped through the pages, she suddenly saw several boarding passes for round-trip flights to Drexford tucked between the pages.


    Eleanor was stunned for a few seconds. Were these notes her father had written in Drexford? Why were there round-trip tickets to Drexford?


    Could it be that the research her father was conducting in Drexford back then wasn''t on blood disorders, but on leukemia?


    Her heart began to beat faster. Why would her father abandon his primary field of expertise to devote thest two years of his life to leukemia research?


    The notebook was thin, and she quickly reached thest page. She saw a note her father had written above a line of data: "Data questionable, must be re-verified."


    After reading her father''s conclusions, she suddenly recalled that the theories in the leukemia materials Professor smith had given her were almost identical Could it be that what he had given he was her father''s research?


    Eleanor took a deep breath and picked up the phone to call Professor Smith.