Eleanor’s hand froze in mid-air. Her eyes lifted, meeting the man’s gaze, that Ray-like sharpness laced with a hint of mockery. The man looked haggard, his lips pale, the sick appearance not diminishing his looks but instead making one feel sympathetic. Eleanor took a deep breath, acting as if she hadn’t heard his words, rolling up his pant leg, but her hand was caught. "Call a doctor." Adrian Grant said. Eleanor thought it made sense, turned around, and pressed the call button. Soon, a team of medical staff filed in. Adrian added, "Charles brought breakfast, go out and get it." Eleanor responded with an ’oh’, thinking he was hungry, and walked out of the ward. The middle-aged men from the Grant Family had already left, either out of tact or to mitigate losses in time, an entire night without proper rest affecting both spirit and body. In an instant, a thought flashed through Eleanor’s mind. She was just about to turn back to the ward, only to find it already closed. Without hesitation, Eleanor turned and walked straight into the room. Adrian had been helped back to the bed, the hospital pants removed, exposing his left leg to the air, along with the gaping bullet wound that kept oozing blood, terrifying and painful to look at. "Mr. Grant, I’ve told you before, if you need to use the bathroom, ask someone for help. Why did you get out of bed yourself?" The doctor sounded exasperated, "Look, the wound was finally getting better, and now it’s all in vain! You’ve even had internal bleeding, and were advised to stay in bed. Why were you on the sofa? How can you heal —" Mid-sentence, the doctor realized the unruly patient wasn’t even listening, his attention elsewhere...behind him? The doctors and nurses all turned their heads, sensing something, and saw Eleanor who had walked in at some point, was pursing her lips, frowning at Adrian’s wound. Eleanor’s gaze focused, looking closely, with a hint of red in her eyes. "Adrian Grant, you sent me away on purpose." Eleanor looked at Adrian, not asking, but stating, with an undertone of emotional accusation. "Didn’t want to affect your appetite." Adrian signed silently. He did indeed want to send Eleanor away, not wanting her to see his wound, nor to know that his condition had worsened since last night. Eleanor said nothing further, simply standing by as the doctor treated Adrian’s wound. Once the doctor re-bandaged it, Eleanor said, "Prepare a pair of shorts for him." His wound was a few centimeters above the knee, and with long pants, if the wound reopened, it wouldn’t easily be noticed. The doctor looked questioningly at Adrian; they had intended to provide shorts as a hospital gown, but Adrian had refused—for the sake of his image. Eleanor crossed her arms, saying, "I’m his wife, he either wears shorts, or goes bare-legged, both work." Adrian was amused by her somewhat bossy yet cute demeanor, feeling a pleasant joy inside. The disobedient patient Adrian was wearing a blue and white striped shorts hospital gown, and had today’s dose of antibiotics hung up. After the doctor and nurses left, the ward instantly appeared spacious and quiet. Eleanor walked to the man’s side, looking down at a certain part of him, with an expression that seemed to say: You moved your pants, why didn’t you react? Eleanor muttered inside, but said nothing, keeping a small, cold face, clearly displeased. In her displeasure, she started bringing up old grievances. "Charles is outside, go have your breakfast first." Adrian said to Eleanor. Eleanor picked up her phone, "No need, I’m heading home." Day had broken, the doctor had come, Adrian’s fever had subsided, there was no reason for her to stay. "Eleanor!" Adrian called to her. Eleanor looked back at him with an expression of impatience. The man paused for two seconds before speaking again, "Stay here." Adrian was a few years older than her, and smart with premature maturity, always speaking to her in an ordering or arranging tone since childhood. However, now, despite it being an order, the four words faintly carried a hint of barely detectable pleading. He wanted her to stay. Eleanor glanced at him, then smiled slightly, "I walk in my sleep, taking up Young Master Grant’s bed would affect his recovery, better not!" Adrian’s teasing words turned into shooting himself in the foot. They both knew it well, if Eleanor lay on the sickbed, it could only have been Adrian carrying her up, no other possibility. "Originally, I planned for us to sleep together." Adrian said helplessly, "But you know, Zia, lying together, I can’t help it." In their third year of marriage, after returning to the country, whenever they stayed together, Adrian would want her every night, her only day off being her menstrual break. "Am I angry about sharing a bed? You hurt your leg, can you still do anything?" Eleanor’s voice was gentle, yet carried restrained anger, "Adrian Grant, you teased me the night after the explosion, joking with your own body, and you’re still now?" Her anger was because he wasn’t taking care of his injuries! Adrian’s eyebrow raised slightly, catching onto the keyword, "Try and you’ll know." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥 "Know what?" Eleanor was puzzled. "Whether I can or not." Eleanor really didn’t want to talk to him anymore, turned and walked away. As she was about to reach the ward door, the man behind suddenly spoke: "Earlier, when I was scalded because of you, I even refused your calls, can we call it even this time?" Can such a thing be settled ? She didn’t need him to repay her this way! Eleanor was so infuriated by him that she laughed, coming back: "Then for all the past years you’ve made me angry because of Mia, can I find a man to annoy you? Adrian Grant, that’s called even!" The previously leisurely man’s expression suddenly stiffened. Eleanor didn’t even need to look, she had plenty of men around her to irritate him, not to mention Julian Jacobs waiting. What Eleanor didn’t know was that in these days, Julian Jacobs had been coming to the hospital every day, only to be stopped by Adrian’s people. A phone call ended the stalemate. Eleanor glanced at the caller ID, and answered indifferently. "Eleanor, are you really going to be so ruthless? If Mia ends up in jail, you share the same surname, it won’t look good on you either!" After Adrian and Eleanor were rescued, the Grant Family immediately reported to the police, Eleanor was taken away from the hospital downstairs, and with Mia having called Eleanor to the hospital, Mia naturally became a suspect under investigation. Eleanor provided some clues, and the police immediately focused on Mia. However, there was currently no direct link to definitively implicate Mia, so Eleanor’s attitude was extremely important. "I thought you came to negotiate terms, but you’re just spouting nonsense." Eleanor’s tone was cold, impatient, "If there’s nothing I want to hear, I’ll hang up." "Wait!" Yvonne Vance took a deep breath, "I want to talk in person!" "I won’t listen to worthless news." "Regarding your mother, Melody Nash."