"You’ll know once you investigate it." Adrian Grant refrained from commenting on things he was unfamiliar with and immediately contacted Charles Rhodes to investigate. He knew nothing about Melody Nash, his mother-in-law, nor did he want to know before. Traces are left as the geese fly; whether there’s a Spanish-Chinese man around Melody Nash, investigating will reveal the truth. Eleanor Winslow’s eyelashes trembled slightly; she dared not think too much. She suddenly stood up, and Adrian Grant held her hand tightly: "Where are you going?" He then realized the injury on her hand and instinctively wanted to let go, yet didn’t dare to. Afraid she might slip away accidentally. "... Going to the bathroom." Eleanor’s expression was visibly speechless. "..." Adrian Grant coughed lightly and said, "Charles Rhodes has gone to gather information, staying here ensures you’ll get feedback first-hand." Eleanor tilted her head to look at him; the sunlight poured in through the vast window, illuminating Eleanor’s cheeks with scattered light. "Adrian Grant, why do I feel like you’re dangling an apple in front of me now?" Giving her a hook to keep her from leaving. The man seemed unable to understand her words and let go of her hand. He closed the bathroom door. The world seemed to quiet down. Eleanor looked at herself in the mirror, scrutinizing carefully. "Knock, knock, knock!" The knocking and Adrian Grant’s shout startled Eleanor back to reality. Only then did she realize she had been staring at the mirror absent-mindedly. Eleanor suddenly remembered something, quickly opened the door, and saw Adrian Grant, the patient with an injured leg, once again getting out of bed, now at the bathroom door. "Why did you get out of bed again?" Eleanor was exasperated and immediately helped him back. Originally thinking he might exert some effort and not be too heavy, she was surprised when his weight leaned over without hesitation! Unprepared, Eleanor spun half a circle backward, her back against the hard wall, barely stopping, facing a human wall. Adrian Grant propped one hand on the wall, his injured left leg bent, encasing Eleanor entirely between his body and the wall. A strong sense of oppression and a uniquely male possessiveness came overwhelming in an instant. "Adrian Grant, you did it on purpose!" Eleanor realized, incredulous, almost wanting to slap him. The woman glared angrily, but in Adrian Grant’s eyes, she resembled a furious kitten, with no real threat. Even if she slapped him, well, what cat owner hasn’t been slapped by their cat? Adrian’s thin lips slightly parted, his mood delightful, and he leisurely stated, "Zia Winslow, you’re concerned about me." Eleanor smiled, "If Charles Rhodes got hurt saving me, I’d worry about him too." The same reason made Special Assistant Rhodes go pale and froze the smile on President Grant’s face. Eleanor suddenly exerted force, flipped Adrian Grant against the wall, her arm restraining his neck: "Patients should act like patients, Adrian Grant, be careful or I’ll complain to Grandma!" Adrian immediately surrendered, extending an arm for Eleanor to help him back. Though reluctant to deal with him, Adrian Grant was a patient, making Eleanor gritting her teeth, begrudgingly guiding him back to lie on the bed. "Just wait!" Eleanor finished speaking and walked out. Adrian instinctively reached out to grab her, but Eleanor walked too fast, leaving Adrian clutching only air. For a moment, his heart felt hollow. Eleanor was only gone for five minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Seeing Eleanor return finally, Adrian breathed a sigh of relief. Wait, she’s pushing a wheelchair?! The bodyguard was carrying a bunch of crutches?! The bodyguard placed down the crutches and quickly left. "I don’t need these things." Adrian Grant frowned. "Your bodyguard said they’ve been helping you to the bathroom these past few days; you feel using a wheelchair or crutches makes you look disabled." Eleanor had a look of ’I know everything, no need to tell me’ on her face. Adrian Grant looked at her. ——You know, so why bring them? "I feel with your frequent disobedience getting out of bed, without a wheelchair or crutches, you’re more likely to become disabled." Adrian observed Eleanor quietly. He knocked on the bathroom door out of concern for her emotions, worried she might be troubled alone inside. When she came out, it seemed as if nothing had happened. Yet, if she weren’t feeling bad, she wouldn’t be acting now, arranging a wheelchair, bringing crutches, as if deliberately giving herself tasks to do. Information feedback from Charles Rhodes came in the evening— Though the incident happened nearly a decade ago, Melody Nash didn’t deliberately hide her information and whereabouts back then, making flight information and exit details easily accessible. They discovered a Spanish-Chinese man named "Daniel" accompanying Melody Nash multiple times into luxury stores and auction houses, although no photos were kept. The timing coincided with Eleanor’s absence from Hongkong during winter and summer vacations. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝗇𝗲𝘵 As for whether Melody Nash truly attempted suicide back then or if she is still alive now, more time is needed for investigation. Upon hearing everything, Eleanor remained silent. Yvonne Vance didn’t deceive her. "Eleanor?" Adrian Grant looked at her worriedly. "Mm." Eleanor responded, seemingly having anticipated these events; she stood up, "I have some matters to attend to, I should go now." Eleanor walked a few steps and added to Adrian Grant: "If you’re worried, you can have someone follow me." Her life was saved by Adrian Grant; it’s a sensitive time recently, she wouldn’t gamble casually with safety. Her suggestion to be accompanied indicated a determined decision to leave. Four bodyguards personally escorted Eleanor back to her apartment. Once home, Eleanor immediately went to the study to rummage through Melody Nash’s relics. From Melody Nash’s diary, to painted oils, to various beloved jewelry, treasured books. Eleanor suddenly noticed several oil paintings by Melody Nash depicting European scenes she hadn’t seen before... Were they views seen together with that Uncle Daniel? Moreover, some pieces of jewelry weren’t gifts from grandparents nor Eugene Winslow, leading Eleanor to question their origin. Could they be gifts from Daniel? Eleanor’s mind and heart were in turmoil. The outside city lights couldn’t penetrate the room. Adrian Grant entered and saw a small figure sitting on the ground, obscured in the dimness, pitifully so. She was holding a notebook, lost in thought. The light was so dim, she couldn’t make out a single word. Eleanor’s thoughts were startled awake, and the first sight was a wheelchair. In the wheelchair sat a tall man; through the faint light from the window, she could see his handsome phoenix eyes, lowering to gaze at her, filling the air with rare tenderness under his cold, noble demeanor. He was obedient, sitting in the wheelchair she prepared. Yet disobedient, as a patient, not staying in the hospital but came personally to find her.