Eleanor stood there, her feelings a little more complicated. She knew he meant well, but—
"Eleanor, I brought some fruit for Joel. Is he awake?" Gwenda's voice cut in.
"He's awake. Go on in," Eleanor said with a nod.
Back in the hospital room, Joel was sitting up against the headboard. Seeing them enter, he asked Eleanor, "Did Mr. Goodwin leave?"
"He had something to take care of at his company," Eleanor replied casually, her tone shifting to concern. "Does your wound still hurt?"
"The anesthesia is still working, so no," Joel said, shaking his head.
Gwenda was furious. "Faye went too far this time. Does this count as attempted murder? If it wasn't for Joel, Eleanor would have—"
Gwenda stopped abruptly as she saw Joel looking at her.
Joel's gaze turned cold as well. "Faye's actions were premeditated."
The usually gentle man was filled with nothing but anger at the mention of Faye.
Gwenda pulled up a chair and sat down, her tone indignant. "I heard she was fired this morning. Is she blaming Eleanor for that? Does she really think Eleanor got her fired?"
Her words made Joel and Eleanor exchange a look. In that instant, they both understood the motive behind Faye's crazed attack.
She was retaliating against Eleanor.
Joel suddenly sighed with self-reproach. "When Faye came looking for me, if I had handled it better, maybe today wouldn't have happened."
Eleanor comforted him softly, "Joel, this isn't your fault. My issues with Faye go back three years. She's seen me as an enemy for a long time."


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