His voice was raspy with age, yet incredibly warm.

lan gave Eleanor's hand a reassuring squeeze, silently urging her forward.

She pushed the gate open and approached the old man. "Hello, Professor Jensen. I'm Eleanor, Elliot Sutton's daughter."

Dr. Jensen looked up at her, his gaze as tender as if he were looking at his own great-granddaughter.

"The resemblance is uncanny," he murmured. "Especially the eyes. You have his tenacity."

lan stepped forward to introduce himself. "It's an honor to meet you, Dr. Jensen."

Dr. Jensen nodded, treating lan with equal warmth, and patted the empty chairs beside him. "Have a seat, both of you."

Naturally, the professor knew exactly who the young billionaire was. Ian had backed numerous major scientific endeavors over the years, proving himself to be a man of exceptional vision and ambition.

The old man's gaze returned to Eleanor, brimming with affection. "Tell me about your latest research, kiddo."

Eleanor nodded and began walking him through the foundational theories of her work. Dr. Jensen listened with absolute, laser-like focus.

She explained everything in meticulous detail. As she spoke, the professor's eyes grew brighter, the deep wrinkles on his face seemingly smoothing out in sheer awe.

When Eleanor described Mrs. Vaughn's current recovery metrics, the old man's eyes glistened with tears. His voice shook with excitement. "Are you saying the stability of that waveform hasn't fluctuated at all?"

"It has remained completely stable, and the patient's memory recall is growing stronger every day. She has essentially regained normal cognitive function."

Dr. Jensen looked up, wiping a tear from his eye. "Incredible work, kiddo. Absolutely incredible. Back in our day, our equipment was primitive compared to what you have now. I always theorized that waveform existed, but I spent my entire life searching for it and came up empty."

He paused, looking at Eleanor with overwhelming pride. "What I couldn't find, you did. You haven't just carried on your father's legacy; you've surpassed it. You truly outshined us all."

"If it weren't for your guidance, my father's research wouldn't have existed, and I wouldn't be sitting here today. This is a shared legacy," Eleanor said humbly.

Dr. Jensen let out a loud, joyous laugh. "If your father were still here, he wouldn't even know what to do with all this pride."

With that, the professor stood up and slowly made his way inside. A few minutes later, he returned with a sealed envelope and handed it to Eleanor.

"Take this recommendation letter, kiddo. Go win that prize. This isn't just your personal triumph; it's a victory for the entire scientific community."

Eleanor took the envelope, her hands trembling slightly.

She looked up at the legendary man. "Thank you, Professor Jensen."

"Don't thank me. You earned every bit of it."

After leaving the professor's home, lan escorted her back to the airport.

Over the next month, Eleanor's life was buried under a mountain of paperwork.

She needed independent

recommendation letters from three

international peers. Given her stellar

reputation in the global arena,

securing them was a breeze. Her backers included top-tier neuroscience experts the lead director of a major brain-computer interface lab, and Dr. York Windsor.

Everything was finalized and shipped out.

Night fell over the city.

Eleanor was sitting at her desk, finalizing some data, when lan walked in and placed

a mug of warm milk beside her keyboard.

"Drink this. It'll help you sleep."

Eleanor massaged the back of her neck. She suddenly realized that she had been neglecting him lately, while he gad been taking care of her so thoroughly she practically didn't need to lift a finger.

"Aren't you afraid of spoiling me rotten, lan?" she asked, taking a sip of the milk.

The man chuckled darkly. "I want to spoil you. That way, no one else can steal you away."

Eleanor burst out laughing. Glancing at the clock, she realized it was already past eleven.

She had originally planned to keep working, but she decisively shut ber laptop. Her research was important, but the gorgeous man standing bestde her fearly needed some attention too.

Catching her drift instantly, lan's eyes darkened with raw hunger. He reached down

and pulled her to her feet. "So, Dr. Sutton is all mine for the rest of the night?"