"No," Evelyn shook her head. She had just been trying to reach for her dad's pen and had accidentally knocked over the pile of documents.
Eleanor let out a sigh of relief. As long as her daughter was okay. "Let's clean this up together."
"Okay, Mommy!" Evelyn said cheerfully, starting to pick up the papers. Eleanor knelt down to help. A maid rushed in. "Miss Sutton, is Evelyn alright?"
Knowing Magdalen had sent her, Eleanor said, "Tell her that Evelyn is fine. She just knocked over some files."
"Right away."
As Eleanor gathered the papers, her eyes caught a few words that made her pause. She picked up a folder labeled "Rare Hematological Disease Research File." She frowned. What was this doing in Ian's files?
Hesitantly, she untied the string and pulled out the contents. When she saw the name on the first page, her eyes widened. *Gina Quinn?*
She quickly flipped through the folder, which contained a thick stack of medical reports, lab results, and research notes. As she scanned the pages, her heart sank. It was a file on an extremely rare and aggressive blood disorder—a disorder that bore a striking resemblance to the one her father had detailed in his notebook.
Eleanor was stunned. So Ian's sudden trip abroad wasn't a romantic getaway with Vanessa after all. He had taken his mother overseas to seek treatment.
Smith's lab, located in Drexford, was the world's leading research facility for blood diseases. And Ian had personally funded it.
Eleanor knelt there, clutching the file, her mind racing.
"Mommy, what are you doing? Look at this weird paper with all the circles," Evelyn said, holding up a scattered chart.

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