Ian’s car didn’t disappear around the corner before Eleanor finally let her gaze fall away. She hated parting from her daughter, but she knew there was still a battle waiting for her.
In the days that followed, Eleanor threw herself completely into the clinical trial for the new medication. She tracked and recorded every participant’s reactions, double-checked experimental parameters, and made sure nothing slipped through the cracks.
During this time, she drafted six revised testing protocols and sent them to Simone.
A week later, Eleanor was wrapping up her work mentoring at Kingston. Her expertise and dedication had earned her the unanimous respect of the Military Medical University team.
“Eleanor, the patient in bed three has developed a mild allergic reaction,” a nurse called out, rushing over.
Eleanor immediately hurried towards the patient’s room. She examined the patient’s symptoms carefully, made some adjustments to their medication, and by the time she left the room, she was feeling a little worn out herself. She had just stepped into the corridor when the hospital director appeared.
“Eleanor, would you come to my office for a moment?”
Eleanor made her way to the director’s office. The moment she opened the door, she stopped short, startled.
Standing inside was a tall, broad-shouldered man in a tailored suit, his bearing dignified and authoritative, yet softened by a gentle smile.
Eleanor’s breath caught in her throat.
It was none other than Mansfield Ellington’s father—the Secretary of State himself.
“Eleanor, the Secretary is here today to tour the hospital,” the director explained. “He heard you’re leading the new drug trial and asked to meet you personally.”
Flustered but trying not to show it, Eleanor quickly composed herself and extended her hand. “Mr. Secretary, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”


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