Chapter 1646
Eleanor offered a soft smile before her expression turned serious. “Nominations for the Nobel Prize have strict rules. You can’t nominate yourself; it has to be submitted by highly qualified individuals.”
“I know,” lan nodded confidently. “The right to nominate belongs to a very specific group. I’ve already reached out to a few people. Principal Maxwell and Lyman Brown have both agreed to recommend you. They’re absolute titans in the domestic field. But more importantly… guess who else wants to back you?”
Eleanor blinked, catching the mysterious, triumphant gleam in his eyes. A wild thought suddenly struck her, but she didn’t dare voice it. Instead, she urged, “Just tell me.”
“I think you already guessed it. Your father’s mentor, Professor Conrad Jensen.”
Eleanor’s breath hitched.
That name was legendary in the medical world. Dr. Jensen was a pioneer in neuroscience and one of the few scientists from their country to ever be nominated for the Nobel Prize in Medicine.
More importantly, he had been Elliot Sutton’s doctoral advisor.
Eleanor’s last memory of him was when he was in his late sixties. The year her father passed away, Dr. Jensen had personally penned a moving eulogy and published it in a top-tier medical journal.
“Dr. Jensen…” Eleanor’s voice trembled with emotion. “He has to be almost ninety by now!”
“Ninety-eight,” lan corrected, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “When I had my people reach out to him, the moment he heard you were Elliot Sutton’s daughter, he personally asked to set up a meeting with you.”
Tears welled up in Eleanor’s eyes. “Really?”
“He said your father was his brightest student, and that you are his brightest student’s proudest achievement.”
Eleanor looked up at lan and nodded fervently. “Okay. I really want to visit him.”
For the next few weeks, Eleanor dedicated all her time to monitoring Mrs. Vaughn’s final stages of recovery.
Xavier’s mood visibly lightened; the heavy burden he had carried for so long finally seemed to evaporate.
On Friday morning, lan’s private jet was prepped and waiting for Eleanor. They were heading to Fremont City to visit Dr. Jensen.
The morning sun spilled across the runway, painting the tarmac in warm gold.
A black Rolls-Royce pulled smoothly
onto the runway, stopping right at
the base of the stairs. Eleanor-
stepped out of the Co
lan has been
waiting for her outside, the morning breeze tousling his hair.
Eleanor couldn’t help but smile. “Why didn’t you wait for me inside?”
lan took her bag with one hand and laced their fingers together with the other. “I prefer waiting out here.”
He led her up the stairs, and the cabin door sealed shut behind them.
Inside the luxurious, heated cabin, Eleanor shrugged off her blazer, revealing a sleek light blue blouse paired with tailored trousers that made her look effortlessly elegant yet stunning.
The plane took off, piercing through the clouds en route to Fremont City.
Two hours later, they touched down. A black luxury sedan was already waiting on the tarmac, whisking them straight to Dr. Jensen’s residence.
The professor lived in a vintage, ivy-covered faculty building nestled deep within the campus of Fremont University. As the car pulled up, Eleanor took in the historic architecture.
Staring at the cobblestone path, she could almost picture her young father walking these exact grounds, heading to the professor’s house for heated academic debates.
A lump formed in her throat.
“Let’s go,” lan said softly, taking her hand.
ewas old-fashioned, its
The staircase w
wooden banisters worn smooth by decades of use. In the ground-floor courtyard, Eleanor spotted a
white haired man resting in a wicker chair soaking in the sun. Anorange cat was curled up sleep by his feet, and the old man was gently petting it, murmuring something under his breath.
Time had carved deep lines into the man’s face, but his eyes remained razor-sharp, shining with the brilliant intellect of a bygone era.
Seeing this, Eleanor’s eyes instantly welled with tears. This was the man her father had revered like a second parent-the man who had written that heartbreaking eulogy.
Dr. Jensen looked up, spotting the young couple standing at his gate. A warm smile broke across his face as his gaze locked onto Eleanor. “Come on in, kiddo.”