"Quick, the oxygen mask!" "The blood pressure monitor!" "Prepare the hospital for surgery!" The rıghtful source is 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍 Eleanor Winslow felt groggy along the way, constantly hearing sounds around her, but her eyelids were too heavy to open. She didn’t remember how she was taken away or when she arrived at the hospital. When she finally regained full consciousness, she was already lying in a hospital bed. Blake Lockwood, who was watching over her bedside, noticed that Eleanor opened her eyes and stood up in surprise. "How do you feel? Is there any discomfort? You almost scared me to death!" Blake said, "Your hand wound got infected, and combined with a cold, you’ve had a fever for almost two days." Eleanor shook her head, feeling sore all over. She glanced around the room. Blake instantly understood her intention and said, "Adrian Grant is in the next room. His surgery was very successful; his leg won’t be disabled, and although he had minor internal bleeding, he’s out of danger. He’s in good health; he even woke up once before you did." Eleanor opened her mouth slightly. Blake immediately fetched some warm water to help Eleanor moisten her throat. "Thank you, Blake." Eleanor looked up, her eyes following Blake, "Since my mother passed, every time I get hurt, it’s always you who takes care of me." Blake chuckled wryly, feeling helpless, "Then you need to take good care of yourself." Recalling the injury, Eleanor immediately said, "It was Vincent Preston who kidnapped me." "I know. He’s dead now, blown to pieces." Blake’s face turned grim, "The entire Preston Family is now begging for forgiveness from Old Master Grant, claiming they knew nothing about it." Eleanor remained noncommittal. The Prestons might indeed not know, but Mia Winslow was another story! "Where’s Mia Winslow?" Eleanor asked. "Adrian’s people should be watching her," Blake said, sitting down, observing Eleanor, and deciphering her unusual behavior, "Why haven’t you asked about Adrian? He was the one who single-handedly rescued you and got injured because of it." Eleanor lowered her gaze, staying silent for several seconds. Seeing she didn’t want to talk, Blake changed the subject, "Do you want to go next door to see him?" Eleanor shook her head and then said to Blake, "Blake, I have some suspicions, but I’m not sure yet." "If you’re not sure, you don’t have to tell me yet." Blake guessed it was about Adrian Grant, "However, Adrian will probably come to see you soon; this morning, Old Madam Grant stopped him." Eleanor looked down at the freshly bandaged gauze on her wrist, her voice calm: "Let him heal properly, no fussing around." The implication was, don’t come to see her. Blake thought to herself, that might not be possible to stop. Eleanor was already unconscious when she entered the hospital, but Adrian was not; even with such severe injuries, he held on until Eleanor’s examination was finished and the diagnosis was just minor injuries and fever, nothing serious, before he cooperated and went into surgery. Doctors and nurses filed in, checked Eleanor, confirming there was indeed no major issue, just needed proper rest. When Jeanette Grant came in, she saw Eleanor quietly sitting on the hospital bed watching a dull documentary about West Africa, with a chattering of bird sounds from the TV, and surprisingly, she was watching seriously! After a round of small talk, the young lady began to gauge Eleanor’s expression. Several times, wanting to say something but hesitating, she couldn’t resist asking Eleanor, "Eleanor, my brother probably really likes you, truly! So how about not getting a divorce?" When Eleanor heard ’my brother probably really likes you,’ she felt no emotional ripple inside. This information had passed through her mind countless times these days. Eleanor asked, "Are you here to be a negotiator again?" Jeanette looked as if to say ’how do you know everything,’ and sorrowfully explained, "I just think my brother is pretty pitiful, lying on a hospital bed alone with no one to care for him, lonely and isolated." Eleanor wasn’t falling for it, "The Grant Family is big, not short of people." Claiming no one cared for Adrian was unbelievable. "But he just wants to see you!" Jeanette couldn’t understand, "What’s going on between you two? Shouldn’t adversity reveal true feelings, erasing past grievances with a clean slate? What’s that effect called..." "The suspension bridge effect," Eleanor supplemented. Jeanette felt a genuine sense of powerlessness, "It’s nice being educated." Eleanor said, "Jeanette, the suspension bridge effect is a psychological trick; given your good family background, you should beware of such deceitful men in the future." Wait, how did her well-behaved third brother become a deceitful man? Blake hadn’t spoken the entire time; she knew Eleanor well, Eleanor didn’t want to see Adrian Grant now, it had to be because Adrian had done something out of line. Taking care of Eleanor was exhausting for Blake, but given what had just happened, she wasn’t comfortable hiring a nurse. After much persuasion from Eleanor, Blake finally agreed to rest at a nearby hotel for a night. But as soon as Blake left, there was a knock on the door. Eleanor ignored it, pretending not to hear. Less than a minute later, the door was opened from the outside. "Young Madam, I... I’m helpless here..." The servant pushed the wheelchair in, with a face full of conflicted pain. Adrian Grant was sitting in the wheelchair, with an IV still attached to his left hand, the drip hanging on the wheelchair’s stand. His face remained pale as paper, but his bright phoenix eyes were dark and deep, staring at her intensely. Seeing this, Eleanor instinctively moved forward but forcibly held back, gritting her teeth, "You’re really reckless!" Adrian glanced at the servant, who quickly made themselves scarce, slipping out of the room. "Wait!" Eleanor called after the servant, pointing at Adrian, "Get him to lie down!" "I can lie on your bed," Adrian said to Eleanor. The servant stood there, troubled: "..." Young Master, you and Young Madam are getting divorced, does that sound appropriate?! Eleanor shot a glance at the servant, instructing them to do as Adrian said. After all, she’s getting discharged; he can sleep wherever he likes! Bedding that carried the hospital’s eternal antiseptic smell, yet also Eleanor’s unique fragrance. Adrian didn’t conceal it, savoring the blanket Eleanor had covered herself with, deeply inhaling its scent. Eleanor: "..." Grinding her teeth. "Zia, you’re mad but still willing to see me?" Adrian’s eyes held a trace of amusement. When Blake was in the room, let alone someone wanting to visit Eleanor, even if the Grant Family wanted to send in an extra bowl of soup, Blake had to approve first. Eleanor letting Blake rest was a signal that she was willing to communicate with Adrian. "Shouldn’t I be mad?" Eleanor looked at the man again, "Adrian Grant, do you think I’m stupid? That playing with me is fun?" The man stared at her, saying nothing. Neither admitting nor denying. He knew she was wise and would soon figure it out. "I should have realized sooner, the dignified heir of the Grant Family wouldn’t leave himself without a backup. Without a phone, wouldn’t there still be a locator?"