Chapter 892

lan closed his eyes for a brief moment. When he opened them, his expression was once again a mask of cool composure. “Be specific p>

“Yeaton Holdings’ overseas medical plant is facing serious environmental violations and labor disputes. The local government has launched an investigation, and the project has been completely shut down,” Gavin reported briskly. “They’re requesting an urgent meeting with you p>

Yeaton Holdings had recently become a publicly listed company with a major investment from Goodwin & Co. While Goodwin & Co. wasn’t directly involved in this particular project, lan sat on the board as a major shareholder. With this crisis blowing up, the other Yeaton shareholders were undoubtedly panicking.

“Understood,” lan said, his voice devoid of emotion. “I’ll be at Yeaton Holdings in an hour. Have every department head present p>

“Yes, Mr. Goodwin p>

After hanging up, lan straightened his suit. His fingertips brushed against a damp spot over his left breast where Eleanor’s tears had fallen. He let out a soft sigh before striding out of the lounge with resolute steps.

Meanwhile, Eleanor was in the restroom, composing herself. She had to meet with Dr. Smith and York soon and needed to be calm. After a few deep breaths, her emotions were back under control, though her eyes were still slightly red. She had to take up her father’s mantle now and secure her daughter’s future.

When she entered the conference room, the meeting had already started. The projector was on, casting the room in a dim light. Eleanor slipped quietly into a seat and listened as Dr. Smith presented.

York glanced at her with concern before turning his attention back to Dr. Smith’s analysis.

“This blood sample,” Dr. Smith explained, “contains a rare, naturally occurring neutralizing antibody. Against the Goodwin Group’s hereditary blood disease, its ability to envelop and neutralize the diseased cells is remarkable p>

York followed up with several technical questions. After answering, Dr. Smith gestured toward Eleanor. “Perhaps Miss Sutton can answer that. She has some very insightful perspectives p>

Eleanor fielded York’s questions, steering the discussion into a deeper, more technical analysis.

York watched her with a look of admiration and pride. She was just like her father, he thought, completely dedicated to her work.

Half an hour later, York, speaking as a senior colleague, offered a word of caution. “Don’t push yourself too hard Eleanor. Take care of your health p>

“I will, Mr. Windsor,” she replied, walking him to the elevator.

“I shouldn’t meddle,” York said gently, “but don’t blame your father. Everything he did was for you. He once told me you were so much like him, and he was afraid that if you found out about your daughter’s condition, you’d lose yourself

completely in your work, forgetting to eat or sleep p>

Eleanor pressed her lips together, her eyes welling up again. “I know. I’m not angry with him p>

“Based on the proposal I saw from you and Dr. Smith today, I believe the chances of finding a cure are very high. You don’t need to worry so much p>

A thought suddenly occurred to Eleanor. “Mr. Windsor, my father left behind a donor sample from my mother. Do you know what he intended to use it for p>

York paused, thinking for a moment before shaking his head. “He never mentioned it to me. Didn’t he tell you p>

Eleanor shook her head. “He gave the sample to lan for safekeeping. It’s not in my name p>

“Then you should ask lan,” York suggested. “I’m sure he’ll tell you everything now.” It was clear his opinion of lan had shifted

significantly. Having attendent

several joint meetings between Starnova Group and Goodwin & Co. recently, York had come to see lan as a trusted junior colleague.