He hadn''t drunk much tonight; he only remembered having two sses of red wine.


    But no matter what he was saying, Eleanor didn''t want to respond right now. She frowned and said, "It''ste. You should go back."


    Eleanor opened the door.


    Princess suddenly rushed out, happily prancing around their feet.


    Eleanor was momentarily speechless. But seeing how Princess seemed to understand, cheekily circling him, she just gave a hum of agreement.


    Early the next morning.


    Eleanor went to visit Joel. He was recovering well from his injuries, and his mental state was back to normal. His assistant had even brought work to his hospital room.


    Eleanor wanted to persuade him to rest, but she knew Joel''s attitude toward work- he always strove for perfection. If he just rested, he would only end up worrying about work anyway.


    Eleanor washed some fruit for him and chatted with him about work for a bit before Joel urged her to head back to her own job. He didn''t want to hold her up.


    In the afternoon, Eleanor went into theb.


    Under the microscope, the sight within the cell culture dish jolted her tense nerves.


    Holding her breath, she carefully adjusted the focus, switching between several marked fields of view.


    "I found it. I found it," Eleanor''s voice trembled slightly with excitement.


    Callie quickly set down his pen and hurried over. "Eleanor, did you find it?"


    Eleanor stepped aside, and Callie immediately leaned in to look. A few seconds fater, he let out a low, excited gasp. "Eleanor, this is exactly what you predicted! The inhibitor''s effect doesn''t just dy the process-it''s actually promoting repair!"


    "It''s more than that," Eleanor said to Callie. "Ipletely didn''t anticipate this mechanism. It''s reversing it."


    Callie looked at her in pleasant


    surprise. This meant they hadn''t just found a way to slow the disease''s progression, they had touched upon the astonishing possibility of treating early-stage lesions. Even if this was only the first step, it was enough to be a bombshell in the field of neurodegenerative diseases.


    "Eleanor, your direction was right all along. You''re incredible," Callie couldn''t help but praise.


    Eleanor, however, recalled taking a wrong turn during her leukemia research, wasting arge amount of funding for nothing Ever since then, she had been much more careful in her explorations. Especially this time, since she was using a special research grant from The Guild of Commerce, she had to treat it with even greater caution.


    Next, Eleanor and Callie double-checked everything and made preparations for the next phase.


    Eleanor wasn''t about to let this crucial breakthrough slip away, so she would likely need to invest even more time into it going forward.


    That evening, Eleanor worked overtime. Evelyn was taken care of and brought home byn.


    When Eleanor walked through the door at nine-thirty, Joslyn told her that Evelyn was downstairs ying atn''s ce.


    Eleanor dropped her bag and went straight downstairs. She rang the doorbell. Ian was dressed infortable loungewear, and Evelyn was on the rug ying a spelling game.


    "Mommy, you''re back!" Evelyn ran over happily. Eleanor hugged her, kissing the top of her head before looking up atn with gratitude.


    "Did you find something?"n asked curiously.


    Eleanor didn''t hide it from him. She nodded. "Yes, we made a breakthrough. I might be—really busy from here on out."


    Eleanor suddenly looked down and stroked her daughter''s hair, a sh of guilt appearing in her eyes.<pn noticed this and said to the little girl, "Evelyn, go y over there for a bit. I need to talk to your mom."