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

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

Eleanor opened the door.

Princess suddenly rushed out, happily prancing around their feet.

lan reached out and rubbed the dog's head. He looked up at Eleanor and said, "I'll take Princess downstairs with me."

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 the lab.

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 delay the process-it's actually promoting repair!"

"It's more than that," Eleanor said to Callie. "I completely 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 a large 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 by lan.

When Eleanor walked through the door at nine-thirty, Joslyn told her that Evelyn was downstairs playing at lan's place.

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

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

"Did you find something?" lan 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 flash of guilt appearing in her eyes.

lan noticed this and said to the little girl, "Evelyn, go play over there for a bit. I need to talk to your mom."