Chapter 528: Chapter 528

Eleanor Sterling brought Yvette Ray back to the hotel.

Alaric Faulkner followed them inside. Eleanor shot him a glance and said, "What are you doing? Do you plan to stay with us tonight? Go get yourself another room."

Alaric, helpless, glanced at Yvette, seeing her unwell complexion, and could only shrug and resign himself to go out.

Eleanor closed the door, poured a glass of warm water, took some ice from the fridge, put it in a bag, and then returned to the sofa.

"Yvette, you’re too impulsive."

After handing the items to Yvette, Eleanor sat down beside her.

Yvette silently took them and placed the ice on her swollen cheek, the cold sensation sobering her up a bit.

"I asked you before if the child was Ronan Keating’s, and you said it wasn’t. I had already guessed it but just hadn’t uncovered it.

Hasn’t Ronan Keating hurt you enough? You spent years in prison because of him, and the two of you can’t go back to how it was."

Yvette shook her head, "No, I have no intention of going back to the past with him."

With a self-mocking smile, she slowly began, "After he didn’t believe me and thought I hired someone to hit his mother, leaving her in a vegetative state, there was no chance for us." Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs NoveIＦire.net

Tears fell one by one from her eyes, her face mournful, unable to speak through her sobs.

Choking back tears, Yvette said, "Eleanor, I didn’t have a choice. If I didn’t do this, Little Ran would die."

Helplessly, Eleanor shook her head and sighed, "It’s really partly my fault."

If she hadn’t kept the matter about the drug hidden from Yvette when she arrived in Lyria, maybe Yvette wouldn’t have made such a reckless decision.

Yvette misunderstood Eleanor’s words, thinking she was blaming herself for not stopping her.

"Eleanor, don’t say that. It’s my own fault. You’re not to blame."

"No," Eleanor shook her head. "Yvette, do you know why I’m in Lyria?"

Yvette thought for a moment, "Attending the medical conference?"

Yvette was naturally aware of the recent medical conference in Lyria, guessing that this was Eleanor’s purpose in coming here.

Eleanor placed her hands on Yvette’s shoulders, looking into her tear-filled eyes, and said, "No, I came for you.

This time, I’m here to announce the release of the drug Clara Thornton developed to curb Little Ran’s illness."

Yvette looked at Eleanor in shock, her eyes filled with amazement and joy.

Her body trembled slightly, her voice uneven, "Are you... are you serious? Is there really a drug for Little Ran’s illness?"

"When have I ever lied to you? So there’s no need for you to approach Ronan Keating."

Yvette covered her face and began to cry, as if feeling the relief after a disaster when tightly stretched nerves finally relaxed.

"But the drug needs to undergo clinical trials before it can be used on Little Ran."

Yvette wiped her tears away, "It’s okay. As long as there’s hope for Little Ran, we can wait."

Eleanor nodded, "I’ll keep an eye on this matter, and you shouldn’t have any more reckless thoughts. Just go back for now."

"Okay, I understand. I won’t do such things again."

Yvette’s eyes were open, with tears still hanging from her long lashes.

Eleanor leaned in and gave her a hug.

"Rest well, and I’ll take you to the airport tomorrow. You need to leave here as soon as possible."

Yvette nodded softly.

Eleanor comforted her a bit more, and then the two lay down together at night.

Yvette seemed to sleep very restlessly, her brows furrowed tightly, never relaxing throughout the night.