Eleanor Sterling sat lazily in the chair, arms crossed, clearly waiting for Blanche Hayes.
When she heard the knock on the door, she said, "The door’s open, come in."
Seeing Blanche enter somewhat awkwardly, Eleanor sneered and pointed to the chair in front of her, "Have a seat."
Blanche sat down and then spoke, "Eleanor Sterling, how did you manage to convince my dad to insist that you treat my grandfather’s illness?"
Hearing Blanche’s words, Eleanor immediately surmised the general situation.
So, it was Brandon Hayes who contacted her?
She just didn’t know whether Brandon was aware of her identity.
She looked at Blanche and asked, "Did he say anything else?"
Blanche shook her head, "No, just that I must bring you to our home for treatment."
Eleanor’s eyes narrowed slightly.
She speculated that perhaps her identity as Sally had not been exposed.
Before Eleanor could speak, Blanche continued, "Eleanor Sterling, what will it take for you to come home and treat my grandfather? Do I need to apologize to you?"
Hearing this, Eleanor was somewhat intrigued that this proud and arrogant heiress was actually offering to apologize?
She chuckled and said, "Then go ahead and apologize."
Blanche gritted her teeth, seemingly preparing herself mentally; after all, this was Eleanor’s dormitory, and no one else was around.
Then, she lowered her head and said, "I’m sorry!"
Seeing Blanche lowering herself to apologize, a hint of surprise flashed in Eleanor’s eyes.
Blanche was somewhat emotional, gritting her teeth, "I was wrong before, but my grandfather is not doing well.
Since my dad believes you can help, I can only seek your aid, hoping you won’t let me down."
Perhaps having already apologized, Blanche was now candid, speaking her mind freely.
Eleanor didn’t really wish to make things difficult for her; she was merely amused by Blanche’s willingness to apologize.
Blanche, a spoiled heiress, wasn’t entirely irredeemable, and Eleanor wouldn’t hold too much against her.
Eleanor had always been concerned about the old Mr. Hayes’ condition.
Now, with his sudden emergency, she was also planning to have a look.
"Let’s go, we should check on him," Eleanor picked up her things and turned to leave.
Blanche was momentarily stunned and simply stared at her in a daze.
When Eleanor reached the door, she paused and looked back, "Aren’t you coming?"
Only then did Blanche snap back to reality, repeatedly saying, "Yes! Let’s go immediately!"
Just as the two reached the door, Eleanor’s phone rang, and she took it out to check.
It was Alaric Faulkner calling.
"Class over? I’ll pick you up," Alaric’s deep, magnetic voice came through the phone, instantly stirring one’s emotions.
Eleanor glanced at Blanche and said, "I’m going somewhere else, probably won’t be free for a while."
"Where to? I’ll take you."
Sighing, Eleanor had no choice but to say, "To the hospital, to visit Mr. Hayes."
There was a pause for a few seconds before he continued, "As a junior, it’s my duty to visit an elder from the Hayes Family who is ill. It’s perfect timing to go with you."
Wasn’t it only because she mentioned it that he remembered?
But since Alaric had already offered, Eleanor didn’t refuse and said, "I’m in the dormitory, come over."
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Blanche was indifferent, wondering who would be picking them up? Could it be Eleanor’s admirer?