Chapter 270

As the tension coiled within Nolan began to unwind,his phone pierced the calm with Hector's urgent call.

"Mr.Stewart! Your grandpa is gravely ill!" Hector's voice trembled with panic.

Nolan felt a chill course through him, his voice quivering as he pressed. "What has happened?"

Sobs choked Hector's words on the other end. "It's Brodie. He returned briefly, shared a few heated words with your grandfather in the study, and moments after he left, your grandfather fainted!"

Nolan's eyes blazed with fury and fear as he ended the call. Without a moment's hesitation, he bolted for the door, his heart pounding with dread.

Losing his grandfather was unthinkable. Eleanor, witnessing his frantic departure, felt her chest tighten. Instinctively, she snatched a coat from the sofa and raced after him. "I'm coming with you,"she called out.

They arrived at the Stewart family's estate in a whirlwind, Nolan charging into the main bedroom with desperate urgency.

He seized the arm of Norwood's doctor, his voice sharp."How is he?"

The doctor turned, his face etched with solemnity and shook his head. "Mr. Stewart, I'm afraid you must brace for the worst. His age and frail health make this shock too great to bear."

Nolan's sturdy frame swayed, nearly crumpling under the weight of the words.

Eleanor steadied him, her gaze shifting to the frail figure on the bed.

Norwood's time was slipping away.

Though Eleanor's medical prowess was renowned she harbored doubts about saving him.

Yet she couldn't stand idly by, not when Nolan faced such a devastating loss.

With unwavering determination, Eleanor opened her acupuncture kit and approached the bedside.

Her hands danced with precision, placing needles until Norwood's form resembled a pincushion.

The doctor gaped, astonishment widening his eyes."Miss Warren, what are you doing?"

To his disbelief, Norwood's pallor began to warm, a soft flush returning to his cheeks.

How was that even possible?

Wasn't this the kind of miracle only the Soul Surgeon could perform?

Wait,was Eleanor the Soul Surgeon?

Upon realizing this, the doctor stood in stunned disbelief. No longer concealing her skill,Eleanor removed the needles and began another round of meticulous acupuncture.

Moments later, Norwood coughed violently, his eyelids fluttering open.

He was awake.

Against all odds, he had pulled through.

The doctor stood in awe, his admiration for Eleanor boundless.

Nolan, overcome with relief, clasped Norwood's hand tightly. "Grandpa, how are you feeling?"

As their heartfelt exchange unfolded, Eleanor quietly gathered her kit and slipped away.

She sensed that, apart from Trudy, she was likely the last person Norwood wished to see.

Thus,she was loath to provoke him further.

As she approached the front door, a sardonic voice sliced through the stillness. "Miss Warren, your performance was nothing short of spectacular."

Brodie had appeared unnoticed, lounging against the wall with a derisive smirk playing on his lips. "But what does it avail you to save him? In his eyes, you'll forever be the unwelcome shadow. As long as he lingers, you and Nolan can never get married.Doesn't that chafe?"

He drew nearer, bending to whisper in her ear,his tone thick with cajolery. "Moreover, Nolan's on the brink of ruin. Why tether yourself to a sinking ship?Why not jump to a steadier deck?"

At his words, Eleanor's lips curved into a smile,though her eyesglinted with frost, her voice sharp with mockery."Are you so certain of that?"

Brodie straightened, flicking his hair from his brow with a return to his habitual nonchalance. "The tax scandal is ironclad. Nolan's trapped, and even if he wriggles free, the Stewart Group is a wounded giant,destined never to reclaim its former splendor!" Eleanor found his cocksure attitude almost comical."lf the Stewart dynasty crumbles, do you truly believe you, an illegitimate child, and your spineless father will emerge unscathed?"

She paused, her stare turning glacial. "And what makes you think Nolan stands alone in this fight?"

Brodie's brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you implying?"

Eleanor's smile was enigmatic as she replied, "All in good time,you'll see."

Without another glance his way, she slipped into the waiting car.

Brodie's taunts were nothing but the bluster of a feckless fool.

She dismissed them without a second thought.

Her true concern lay with the formidable Perry family,particularly the influential Tyler, Trudy's grandfather.

With resolve, Eleanor directed the driver in a calm,

clear voice, "To the Elepdon Sanatorium."

"Very well," the driver replied with a nod, setting the car in motion.