After Eleanor ended her conversation with Edward Miller, Dr. Clark left the ward without another word.
Annabelle walked over to thank her. Although she was young, she wasn’t stupid. She had clearly guessed that everything that happened earlier was because of Eleanor. Though Dr. Clark never said it aloud, the way Eleanor had spoken with Chairman Miller made it obvious... she held more power than she let on. The fact that Dr. Clark rushed over solely because of her only confird it.
A few minutes later, several hospital administrative staff mbers entered the ward with urgent instructions. They politely inford Isabella that she would be transferred to the VVIP cabin of the hospital at no charge.
Isabella tried to protest, saying she was comfortable where she was, but the staff insisted that the relocation was part of the hospital’s apology for her earlier mistreatnt. She could tell Eleanor was behind this. But when she looked over and saw Eleanor silently urging her to stay quiet, she sighed and nodded in agreent.
Soon, Isabella was moved to the hospital’s most luxurious and fully-equipped cabin.
Hearing the staff’s conversation and witnessing Isabella’s transfer, the other patients in the ward couldn’t help but whisper among themselves.
"Did you see that? They’re taking her to the VVIP cabin!"
"Must be soone important. The hospital staff’s never moved so fast before."
"Looks like managent is finally doing sothing right."
Unbeknownst to them, only Annabelle truly understood what had happened.
"Looks like Miss Eleanor Raynor is even more powerful than I initially thought," she mused silently. "Good thing I ended up on her good side. I’ll have to ask Dad about her when I get ho."
Inside the VVIP room, Isabella was visibly uncomfortable with her new surroundings. The lavish interior, the plush bed, and the personal nurse all felt excessive to her. She squird in her seat.
"Eleanor, this is too much," Isabella said, glancing around awkwardly. "This place is far too extravagant for . I’m not used to living like this. If you really want in a cabin, a normal one will do just fine. I don’t even know how to use half the things in here."
Eleanor raised an eyebrow, remaining calm. "Aunt Bella, please relax. It was your mistake to insist on being admitted to the general ward in the first place. Since I’m the one paying for your treatnt, you should prioritize getting well quickly, not worry about how much I’m spending. You know very well how different the care quality is between the VIP cabin and the general ward."
She paused before adding, "But I won’t dwell on that anymore. Just rember this... never hesitate to spend money when I’m involved. I have more than enough to take care of you."
Her tone softened. "My mother left you in charge of raising . Now that I’ve grown up, it’s my turn to take care of you. That’s final."
Isabella’s eyes welled with emotion, but she blinked it away quickly.
Eleanor leaned back on the couch. "Call your family before your treatnt begins. The doctor said it’ll start in five days. You should see your loved ones before then. It’s going to be a tough and painful process at your age, but he said you’ll recover fully."
She glanced at the door of the cabin, where a calendar was hanging. "The treatnt will take around a month. Initially, I was told I could take you ho after seven days, but I’ve decided you’ll stay here for the entire duration. Proper care is essential during radiotherapy. Once it’s all done, you’ll return ho completely healed."
Isabella frowned. "That’s not necessary. I can co to the hospital for each session."
Eleanor looked at her sharply. "You don’t have a say in this matter. I’ve already made all the arrangents. You’re staying here. Your only job now is to focus on getting better."
They chatted a little longer as the hospital staff finished setting up the room and explained how to use everything to Isabella. Once everything was settled, Eleanor and Freya bid her farewell and quietly left the hospital.
***
The next morning, while Eleanor was on her way to the office from her villa, the convoy stopped at a nearby gas station. The lead driver had noticed that the sensors installed on her car were slightly obscured by dust. Not wanting to take any chances, he contacted the rest of the team, and they all agreed to stop for a quick car wash.
"Any sign of sabotage?" Eleanor asked without looking up from her laptop.
"No, Ma’am," her driver replied. "There was a dusty stretch on the road... possibly from construction. A vehicle might have dropped sothing."
Eleanor gave a short nod and focused back on her laptop screen.
As the convoy rolled into the gas station, Eleanor’s security team sprang into action. They imdiately secured the area, paid off all waiting vehicles to leave, and checked the station staff thoroughly. No risks were taken.
While her car was being washed, Eleanor caught a glimpse of soone familiar in the corner of her eye. A young woman was cleaning the rear sensors of one of the Range Rovers.
"Isn’t that the salesgirl from Louis Vuitton?" Eleanor frowned and turned to look more closely. It was indeed the sa girl.
She rolled down her window and signaled to a nearby guard. "Bring her to ."
The guard nodded and walked over, interrupting the girl mid-task. The girl, clearly confused and startled, followed him hesitantly.
As soon as she approached the car and saw who was inside, her face paled.
"Weren’t you working as a salesgirl at Louis Vuitton?" Eleanor asked.
The girl stamred. "I... I lost that job. Now... I work here."
"Was that because of our encounter the other day?" Eleanor asked calmly.
The girl’s legs were trembling. She’d already sensed sothing unusual when a line of black-clad guards arrived, cleared out the gas station, and began inspecting everything with military-like precision. Then ca the fleet of nine luxury Range Rovers. The station manager was sweating bullets. The rest of the staff were equally stunned, barely able to stand still as they perford their duties.
Now, standing in front of the woman who appeared to be the owner of it all, the girl could barely speak. Her debating trophies, her sales awards... none of it seed to matter anymore.
Eleanor waited patiently but got no response.
"Did you lose your job because of ?" she repeated, more gently this ti.
The girl finally ca to her senses and shook her head quickly. "No, no. It had nothing to do with you."
"When did you start working here?" Eleanor asked.
"Today is my third day," she replied softly, eyes still downcast.
"What’s your na?"
"June Osborne."
Eleanor nodded. "Okay. Go back to work."
The girl looked as if she’d just been pardoned from a life sentence. She turned and rushed back to her colleagues, visibly relieved.
Eleanor leaned back. "Ophelia, check on that girl. I think I may have unknowingly caused her so trouble. Also, look into her background."
"Yes, ma’am," Ophelia Blanc replied. She stepped out of the car, walked straight to the station manager, and began her quiet investigation.
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