Half an hour later, Mrs. Vaughn was transferred to a private recovery room. To solidify the results, she would need to continue this treatment protocol for at least another three months.

Xavier walked into Eleanor's office and saw his friend sitting on the sofa. "lan, you're here too."

lan gave a curt nod. "How is she doing?"

"She remembers everything. Eleanor pulled off another miracle," Xavier said,

looking at Eleanor with immense gratitude.

Eleanor's expression remained professional. "Honestly, I've always had faith in this theory."

Using the brain-computer interface to wake Mansfield Ellington had pushed the theory into maturity. All she needed was the right opportunity and the perfect parameters. Now, Eleanor had finally pinpointed that stable variable-The Singularity.

Xavier looked at Eleanor, struggling to find the words to express the sheer depth of his gratitude.

"Thank you. I owe you my life for this," he said earnestly.

Eleanor smiled warmly. "If we're counting favors, I owe you plenty as well."

lan brought over two glasses of water, handing one to Xavier and the other to Eleanor.

Eleanor took a sip. Just then, Diaz came in to drop off some files. Ian smoothly took the glass from her hands, took a sip of his own, and looked at Xavier. "Let's go sit in the lounge."

Xavier nodded and followed him out.

But Xavier wasn't blind. He could clearly see that the bond between Eleanor and lan had completely reverted to the fierce intimacy of a married couple.

Unable to hold back his curiosity, he asked, "When do you plan on making it official and getting remarried?"

lan offered a soft smile. "I'm not rushing her. It's entirely up to Eleanor."

A flash of envy crossed Xavier's eyes, but his tone was filled with genuine support. "If you host a wedding reception, I want to be the first to know."

"I don't make the rules here, but I'm definitely waiting for that day," lan chuckled, the absolute adoration in his eyes impossible to hide.

To any outsider, lan didn't look like a man who wasn't forcing the issue he looked like a man who knew he had already won.

Xavier sat back and nodded. "She's worth the wait."

They fell into a comfortable silence for a moment before Xavier spoke up again. "You know, I actually need to thank you for this too."

He continued, "If you hadn't invested in the brain-computer interface project and funded Eleanor's research, I would have been completely helpless when my mom got sick."

"No need to thank me. I'll always support Eleanor's research. It's what I'm supposed to do," lan replied, his gaze unwavering.

It felt as if fate had intricately woven their lives together, ensuring that everyone who needed help found it.

A month flew by. Mrs. Vaughn's

condition stabilized beautifully, and

her vitality returned. Vivian and

Evelyn went back to having frequent

playdates, and life seemingly

returned to normal. 'FindNovel.net

Just as March ended, Eleanor was deep into analyzing data in her office when lan pushed the door open.

He was holding a document folder, wearing an expression Eleanor couldn't quite read—it looked like a mix of anticipation and nerves.

"What is it?" Eleanor looked up.

lan walked over, sat down across from her, and placed the folder on the desk. "Ellie," he said, his voice low and serious. "I want to discuss something with you." "Go ahead," Eleanor said, dropping her gaze back to her files.

lan slid the folder toward her. "These are the nomination materials for the Nobel Prize. I want to submit your recent breakthrough."

Eleanor froze instantly.

She stared down at the cover page, which clearly read Nobel Prize in Medicine Nomination Form. A massive wave of shock and adrenaline hit her.

"Isn't it way too early to submit this?"

"I think the timing is perfect. Waking Mansfield proved the efficacy of the brain-computer interface. And treating Mrs. Vaughn has fully verified the neural signal

anomaly-The Singularity-that you discovered, wo flawless clinical successes are more than enough to

prove your theory."

Eleanor stared at the application.

The Nobel Prize.

It was a pinnacle that countless brilliant minds spent their entire lives chasing, only

to fall short.

"I know what you're thinking," lan said, reaching across the desk to cover her hand with his. "You feel

like you need more testing, moet

verification. But I want to submit this for you. Regardless of whether we win or not, I want to try."

A faint smile touched Eleanor's lips. "Why are you more anxious about this than I

am?"

lan raised an eyebrow, unapologetically arrogant. "Because I want the whole world to know how incredible my woman is."

Eleanor's cheeks flushed. She sat in silence for a few seconds before nodding. "Alright. Let's try."

lan grinned. He stood up, pulled her out of her chair and into his arms, pressing a lingering kiss into her hair. "I believe in you. You're going to win it."