The hospital room door was opened again. Adrian Grant looked over immediately and saw Jude Winslow walking out with an expression of ’Help, I’m dying’. "Ah, well, Eleanor is still sleeping." Jude Winslow scratched his head, not daring to say that Eleanor didn’t want to see him. And because of what Eleanor said, he didn’t even want to call him brother-in-law anymore. It’s a bit awkward, whether Adrian Grant was with Mia Winslow or Eleanor, he always called this man brother-in-law. Seems like no matter the woman, the title never changes! Adrian Grant furrowed his brows and asked, "Jude Winslow, do you think you can stop me?" Jude Winslow shook his head very honestly. But he’d call reinforcements, especially those with strong combat skills and unwavering loyalty! Blake Lockwood hurried in, followed by two plainclothes bodyguards. She immediately locked eyes on Adrian Grant, sneered, and then looked towards Julian Jacobs. "Young Master Jacobs, I’ve heard so much about you." Blake Lockwood had heard about Julian Jacobs from Jude Winslow over the phone, "Young Master Jacobs, thank you for today, I’ll take it from here with Eleanor." This was clearly a cue for him to leave. The bit of intention Julian Jacobs had to chat dwindled. Blake Lockwood explained, "Young Master Jacobs, don’t misunderstand, Eleanor’s divorce process isn’t complete yet, and I don’t want her to be left with any scandal." Grant, who was indirectly implicated, had no reaction. Julian Jacobs glanced at Adrian Grant, accepted Blake Lockwood’s reasoning, and nodded slightly at her, "Thank you, Miss Lockwood, I’ll visit Eleanor another day." Julian Jacobs retreated strategically, not wanting Eleanor to be troubled by her current identity, implying he hadn’t given up on her by saying ’visit another day’. After Julian Jacobs left, Blake Lockwood turned her gaze to Adrian Grant, "Young Master Grant, how’s the divorce agreement coming along?" Adrian Grant squinted his eyes, "Blake Lockwood, do you think bringing two people can stop me?" Blake Lockwood looked at her two bodyguards and shook her head, "Even if I brought two more, they couldn’t stop you, Young Master Grant, but—are you planning a forced entry?" Blake Lockwood and Eleanor are as close as sisters; her presence here signifies Eleanor’s intentions. Otherwise, could the esteemed Young Master Jacobs have left so easily? Adrian Grant’s hand at his side silently clenched into a fist, then relaxed. "Blake Lockwood, this is between her and me." Blake Lockwood didn’t buy it at all, "Is that so? Adrian Grant, do you love Eleanor?" Adrian Grant’s thin lips pressed tightly together, saying nothing. Blake Lockwood sneered, "You see, Young Master Grant, many people love Eleanor; one less won’t make a difference." Both were well aware that Blake Lockwood could block Adrian Grant because Eleanor held a place in his heart. He didn’t want Eleanor to hate him, so he conceded—for appearance’s sake, at least. Inside the hospital room. Blake Lockwood saw Eleanor wake up and let out a breath of relief, "Eleanor, you scared me to death." "Sorry for making you worry again." Eleanor, regaining some spirit, was helped up by Blake Lockwood to sit against the headboard. Blake Lockwood brought her some warm water, and Eleanor stopped after taking a sip. "Blake, there’s something I need to trouble you with." Eleanor looked serious. "Why the politeness? Just say it." "There’s a sealed bag and a bloody napkin in my coat pocket. In the second drawer of my home office, there are some hairs sealed in a bag. Please get a paternity test done for the hair and the two samples." "Whose are they?" Blake Lockwood asked curiously, taking them. "Mia Winslow’s and Eugene Winslow’s." Getting a DNA sample from Eugene Winslow was much easier than from Mia. Eleanor had hired a lady, offered extra money, and she plucked Eugene’s hair while they were in bed. "You suspect Mia and Eugene... are biological father and daughter?" Once Blake Lockwood had this suspicion, the faces of Mia and Eugene flashed in her mind, indeed looking more and more similar! If that’s true, then Aunt Melody’s years are nothing but a joke? Eugene Winslow is such a bastard! Blake Lockwood put the items in her shoulder bag, "This is too important; it’s best if I handle it myself, but if I leave, Adrian Grant will..." Blake Lockwood glanced outside the door. Once she left, Adrian Grant would likely have free rein here. "It’s alright." Eleanor forced a smile, "We’ll need to meet regardless; I’m just too weak right now, with no strength to argue with him." With Eleanor out of danger and the presence of Adrian Grant and Blake Lockwood, Jude Winslow, having ’accomplished his mission’, retreated to a nearby hotel for a shower—his clothes were still stained with Eleanor’s blood. Mia Winslow called just as Jude Winslow was about to pick up his delivery. "Jude Winslow, where are you?" Mia’s voice was a bit icy. "Next to the hospital." Jude Winslow took a bite of chicken leg, "Eleanor got hurt at home, and none of you noticed?" "I got hurt too, did you notice?" Jude Winslow had a sudden realization, "No wonder Mom and Dad aren’t home. Well, take care of yourself, do you need me to come over?" Read full story at novel·fıre·net "No need!" Mia Winslow closed her eyes, suppressing her anger, "Isn’t Adrian Grant there too?" "Yeah, with Eleanor." "Go tell Adrian Grant that my wrist injury is severe." Jude Winslow put down the chicken leg, "Mia, Adrian Grant isn’t a doctor. What do you need him for when you’re hurt? Don’t you know he’s Eleanor’s man?" Mia Winslow screamed hysterically, "Jude Winslow, do you know who your real sister is!" Jude Winslow pouted, covering the delivery box, losing his appetite, "If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up." Mia Winslow was so furious she almost coughed up blood. She couldn’t understand why, when she had always protected Jude Winslow since childhood, buying him whatever he wanted and never forcing him to study, Jude now seemed closer to Eleanor! "Miss Winslow, I reminded you six months ago, your hand needs care, you should never lift heavy items, and especially avoid injuries. This time..." The doctor shook his head, sighed, "This time, you must have surgery. If the recovery goes well, your left hand can still function normally." Mia Winslow’s face turned pale, trembling as she asked, "What if it doesn’t recover well?" The doctor struggled to answer, remaining silent. Mia Winslow took a deep breath, "Adrian always valued my hand injury. I’ll handle telling him myself to avoid him venting his anger on you." "Thank you, Miss Mia, for your understanding." Blake Lockwood left with the DNA samples. Eleanor, exhausted, fell back into a deep sleep. She woke with the pressing need to pee. Both her hands were wrapped in gauze, the right hand still receiving antibiotics through an IV, so she had to call a nurse. Just as she struggled to raise her hand, it was gently pressed down. Following the source of the gentle force, Eleanor unsurprisingly saw Adrian Grant. He wore a trench coat over a white shirt, appearing broad-shouldered and slender, incredibly handsome. However, his handsome face was marked with noticeable concern, making him seem unfamiliar. "What do you want to do?" Adrian Grant asked as he helped Eleanor sit up, "Need to use the bathroom?"