"Understood. I'll take my leave, then."
Just after Ellington left, Ian's phone rang.
It was Serena Goodwin. He answered immediately. "What is it?"
"Brother! Mom just collapsed! I've called an ambulance to take her to Ashford General Hospital. You have to come, quickly!" Serena's frantic voice crackled through the phone.
Ian grabbed his phone and car keys and rushed out of the office.
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In the lab, Eleanor was focused on her experiment when she heard her assistant at the door. "Miss Shannon, what a surprise to see you here."
Eleanor frowned and looked up. Through the glass window, her eyes met Vanessa's.
Vanessa smiled and gave a small wave—a gesture that was less of a greeting and more of a silent provocation.
Eleanor recalled Ellington mentioning that Vanessa had met with Ian at Goodwin & Co. Her showing up here now meant Ian must have told her about the arrangement. There was no point in hiding in the lab any longer.
Ten minutes later, Eleanor stepped out. Vanessa, who had been waiting in the nearby seating area, stood up and approached her. "Eleanor, you must be exhausted."
Eleanor looked at her coolly. "What do you want?"
Vanessa's lips curved into a smile. "Nothing, really. I just came to drop off a report and thought I'd say hello. After all, you're the researcher and I'm the sole donor. Shouldn't we at least be on speaking terms?"
"Don't worry, I promised Ian I would cooperate fully. I also hope you won't let our personal history affect the progress of this research," Vanessa said, her eyes glinting with a triumphant light. "After all, this is about the most important person in Ian's life."
Eleanor pulled off her lab gloves and tossed them into a medical waste bin. "In here," she said flatly, "there are only data points and sample numbers. I couldn't care less who the donor is."

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