Serena finally understood. Everything she did now was to save herself and her mother. She had to do exactly what her brother said.
In the span of a few hours, the once-pampered heiress had been forced to grow up. Before walking into this lab, she had been living in a fairytale. Now, she was trapped in a harsh reality she couldn't escape.
Ian and Smith retreated to an office, leaving Serena alone. An assistant brought her a glass of water and left. When Serena reached for it, she saw her hand was still trembling so badly she had to put the glass back down.
She thought of all the times she had taunted Eleanor, mocked her, and treated her with contempt. She remembered the dismissive, nasty things she had said when Eleanor had kindly suggested she get a check-up. Eleanor could have ignored her, could have let the disease progress, but instead, she had warned her brother, effectively saving her.
To be repaid for cruelty with such kindness—and from Eleanor, of all people—felt like a slap across the face. A hard one. The shame burned. For the first time, Serena saw her own behavior for what it was: petty, foolish, and wrong.
In the office, Dr. Smith ended his call. "Ms. Sutton's efficiency is remarkable," he told Ian. "The questions she raised address the exact critical points we need to overcome."
A flash of pride for Eleanor crossed Ian's eyes, mingled with a deeper, carefully suppressed emotion. It looked almost like love.
It was two days after New Year's, and while the city outside was still celebrating, the cold, sterile lab felt like a world away. Serena hugged herself, feeling a chill deep in her bones.
A short time later, Ian took her home.
At Goodwin Manor, Eleanor had already arrived to pick up her daughter, but Evelyn was having too much fun to leave. Not wanting to be rude, Eleanor stayed for a cup of tea and chatted with Magdalen. Gina looked even thinner than before; the once-vibrant socialite now had hollows in her cheeks. Eleanor found her attitude toward the older woman softening.
Just then, they heard a car pull into the garage.
"That must be Ian and Serena," Magdalen said.



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