The next morning,n cleared his schedule to spend the day with his daughter and family, as it was his grandmother''s birthday that evening.


    Eleanor, however, still had to work and headed to theb early.


    Diaz Archer was already there preparing, and Callie was proving to be a very responsible assistant.


    "Eleanor, we need to go to Dr. Windsor''sb around noon," Callie reminded her.


    Eleanor remembered she had indeed scheduled a meeting with Mr. Windsor for data analysis. York Windsor''sb had generously offered its support for her current experiment.


    At ten o''clock, Eleanor and Callie arrived at what was once Juliette Grayson''sb, now York''s Rhine Laboratories.


    After clearing security, Eleanor was shown into York''s conference room.


    "Ellie, you''re here. Have a seat." York stood to greet her, a kind smile on his face.


    Beside her, Diaz was visibly excited. York was, after all, one of the biggest names in medicine.


    Eleanor had brought data to discuss with him, needing his expert opinion on the analysis of a few key data points.


    For the next hour, York and Eleanor''s team engaged in a deep discussion. Eleanor listened intently, asionally circling and annotating points on her documents as she carefully absorbed York''s analysis.


    On the conference room screen, they spent nearly two hours dissectingplex data charts and images of nerve cells.


    At noon, Callie and Diaz headed back to theirb, while Eleanor had a lunch appointment with York.


    Once they arrived at the restaurant, York took off his sses, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and sighed with admiration. “The younger generation is truly impressive Your current research direction is spot on If you keep digging this way, you might just find some breakthrough clues."


    Eleanor felt a thrill of excitement but remained modest. "You''re too kind, Mr. Windsor. We''ll keep working hard. We may need some technical support from your side for the subsequent tests involving the Neural Interface Project."


    "No problem. I''ll have my team give you their full cooperation," York readily agreed. Then, changing the subject, he looked at her with a gentle gaze. "By the way, how are things between you andn?”


    Eleanor''s hand, which was pouring tea, paused slightly. She looked up at York. “Mr. Windsor, did you know about my father''s research at the Drexfordb back then?"


    York''s expression flickered, and he seemed hesitant. "Well..."


    Eleanor let out a quiet breath, bitterness threading through her voice. "Mr. Windsor, you don''t have to hide it from me anymore. I know everything. My father''s experiment at Drexford was to find a cure for acute leukemia, so he could save me one day."


    York stared at her, stunned. "How did you find out?"


    n told me everything. He was the one who funded my father''sb back then," Eleanor said, then asked, "Did my father also ask you not to tell me? Why was he so determined to keep it a secret?"


    York sighed. "It wasn''t that he intentionally hid it from you. It''s just that at the time, your father knew you were focused on returning to family life and didn''t want to put any pressure on you."


    Eleanor blinked hard, her vision blurring for a moment. Her father''s difficult but well- intentioned decision, which might seem excessive now, must have ced an immense weight on him as he shouldered that responsibility alone.


    "Your father was under enormous pressure back then. On one hand, he was facing his own research bottlenecks on the other he was worried about you and your daughter living under the shadow of the family''s hereditary illness. In hisst two years, he poured almost all his energy into that project. However, I had no idea theb he was using was funded byn."


    Eleanor was taken aback. "He didn''t tell you?"