Chapter 793
Eleanor stood stunned for a few seconds-she hadn’t expected Mansfield to move so quickly. Everything was already arranged. Simone had also booked her flight for early the day after tomorrow, planning to check into the hospital in Kingston ahead of time. Apparently, you really did have to reserve those private suites well in advance.
Eleanor didn’t refuse; Simone genuinely needed this, and honestly, Eleanor doubted she would have been able to secure a private suite herself.
“Thank you, Mansfield,” she said, her gratitude sincere.
“No need to thank me. If you need anything else, just call,” Mansfield replied almost instantly.
Eleanor turned to Simone. “Professor Langley, I’ve arranged a private suite for you at Kingston Military General Hospital. You can check in as soon as you arrive p>
Simone’s eyes widened. “Those suites are expensive! A regular room would have been just fine p>
“It’s not too costly, and it’s already taken care of. It’ll be better for your recovery,” Eleanor reassured her.
“That’s right! Professor Langley’s been having trouble sleeping lately,” Laird chimed in. “If she can rest in a private suite, that’s the best thing. Dr. Sutton, you really do think of everything p>
Eleanor couldn’t help but give a wry smile-the one who thought of everything was actually a friend of hers. The idea hadn’t even crossed her own mind.
Just then, her phone buzzed again. This time, it was a message from lan.
“I’ve already reserved a private suite in advance. Professor Langley can check in at The Kingston Hospital whenever she’s ready p>
Eleanor replied without hesitation: “No need, it’s already arranged p>
After sending the message, she slipped her phone into her bag and helped Simone out toward the parking lot.
They climbed into Laird’s car-Eleanor reminding him to drive carefully-before she opened the passenger door and settled in herself.
On the way back to the lab, her phone vibrated once more. She glanced at the screen-another message from lan: “Glad it’s settled p>
Eleanor tossed the phone onto the seat beside her and didn’t reply.
The weekend was just around the
corner. Eleanor picked up her daughter and brought her to the Vesper Joy Hotel for a little weekend retreat she’d take the opportunity to hold a few meetings and deat with some business for the hotel as well.
Ellington had really turned the company around-every business in Eleanor’s portfolio was steadily growing. These were long-term investments, solid and reliable.
Evelyn ran wild through the nearly 6,000-square-foot presidential suite, giggling as she darted from room to room. Even Princess, her little dog, was along for the adventure, and Joslyn was there too, keeping an eye on Evelyn.
That evening, Eleanor ordered a dainty cake for her daughter. The little one’s face lit up with pure happiness.
“Mommy, I’m so happy!” Evelyn beamed, her cheeks flushed with joy.
Joslyn, watching from the side, couldn’t help but marvel-Eleanor was a completely different person after the divorce.
Back when she was with the
Goodwin family, she’d been so obedient and quiet-always the understated wife of a tycoon, rarely leaving the house and devoting herself to her daughter and home. Now, Joslyn found herself reminding her own daughter: Make sure you build your own career and skilis before you get married. That way, you’ll never have to compromise yourself or be voiceless in your husband’s family.
Eleanor’s life was proof of that she was a true role model.
Eleanor gently brushed her daughter’s hair back. “When you’re all grown up, this hotel will be yours, Evelyn p>
“Really? Then I want to be just as amazing as you, Mommy-so I can run the company well!” Evelyn nodded seriously.
Suddenly, curiosity lit up her eyes. “Mommy, will Daddy’s company be mine someday too p>
Joslyn froze and glanced at Eleanor, who smiled and tapped her daughter gently on the forehead. “That’s your dad’s decision, sweetie. Mommy doesn’t know p>
With that, Eleanor neatly sidestepped the sensitive topic.
Joslyn’s mind wandered, heavy with thoughts. No matter how well Eleanor’s businesses did, they’d never compare to the Goodwin. family fortune. And if Mr. Goodwin remarried and had more children, the lion’s share of the family business would go to them. Everif Evelyn got a piece, it wouldn’t be
much.
Evelyn popped a bite of cake into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. “But Mommy,
why did Great-Grandma tell me I should study hard and take over Daddy’s company when I grow up p>