She rushed back downstairs and picked up the phone. "Sir, I've looked through everything carefully. The medical report you're looking for isn't here. Could you have left it somewhere else?"
The line went silent.
After a moment, the housekeeper asked softly, "Sir, are you still there?"
"Don't worry about it," Ian's voice came back, raspy and low. "Just take good care of my grandmother and my sister."
"Of course," she replied, and the line went dead.
It was early morning in Drexford. Ian stood outside a room in the Smith Lab, gazing at his mother, who was sleeping peacefully after taking her medication. He closed his eyes and let out a soft breath. The morning sun cast a pale light on his weary face, his eyes swirling with complex emotions.
Someone came up behind him with a cup of coffee. "Mr. Goodwin. This should help."
It was Dr. Smith.
Ian took the coffee and sighed. "I left a copy of my mother's medical report back home. Eleanor found it."
Smith looked at him, surprised. The secret had been kept for so long. Yet, in Ian's complex, dark eyes, Smith read an unexpected emotion.
Relief.
He patted Ian on the shoulder. "Mr. Goodwin, I believe that in this entire world, you and Eleanor are the two people most capable and most likely to secure a future for your daughter and your family."
"But we're divorced," Ian murmured.


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