Brian Zane’s face instantly turned dark upon hearing this.
He snorted coldly, his tone carrying a hint of grievance, "Eleanor, what do you mean by looking for this old guy and not me?"
Eleanor Sterling felt a bit helpless. She didn’t expect the two of them to even argue over this. She thought having her identity exposed would be a good thing, but now it seemed more like a headache.
She was looking for Elder Sawyer merely to ask about the progress of the antidote, the Three-Sentence Powder.
Caleb Faulkner had been suffering for so long, eagerly waiting for the antidote every day.
Hearing Brian Zane’s questioning, Elder Sawyer blew his beard and glared, dissatisfied, "What’s wrong with Eleanor looking for me? Why are you meddling? Your skin is thicker than a pig’s."
Seeing the two about to quarrel again, Eleanor immediately spoke up, "Masters, please don’t argue. To apologize, why don’t I treat you to a meal?"
The two of them snorted in response and then turned and left.
Eleanor followed behind them and was just about to head to the hospital entrance when her phone rang.
She took it out for a glance; it was Alaric Faulkner calling. Without hesitation, Eleanor immediately swiped to answer.
"Mrs. Faulkner, you’ve become famous," Alaric’s low voice sounded, mixed with a bit of teasing.
The matter of Eleanor’s identity being exposed was known to everyone, and naturally, Alaric Faulkner was aware of it too.
Hearing Alaric’s teasing remarks, Eleanor smiled helplessly.
"Stop laughing at me. With both masters appearing at the same time, I almost got swallowed whole by them."
Alaric chuckled softly and said slowly, "I’m waiting for you at the hospital’s back door. You have five minutes to escape, or the reporters will devour you alive."
Upon hearing this, Eleanor was startled.
"Did some reporters hear my news and are now swarming over?"
"Yes, so the knight has come to take his little princess to escape." Alaric continued joking.
Eleanor dared not say much more and quickly hung up the phone.
She put on a mask and quickly left through the hospital’s back door.
A sports car was parked at the entrance.
It seemed that Alaric Faulkner was afraid Eleanor wouldn’t find him, so he wasn’t in the car but was half-leaning against it, waiting. Follow current novels on NovelHub(.)net
Alaric’s extraordinary presence and the gentle smile on his stern face locked onto Eleanor as soon as she appeared.
Eleanor ran over, "Let’s go quickly."
The two got into the car, the vehicle started, and they sped off rapidly.
A large group of reporters hurriedly rushed into the hospital entrance with cameras raised.
"Where’s Eon? Where is she? We need to interview her."
"Doctor Sally, where are you?"
"It looks like the patient is on the third floor according to the live stream; let’s go check!"
"Oh, don’t push, wait for me!"
The Hayes Family had just settled the old man when they found themselves surrounded by a swarm of reporters.
"Are you the patient’s family?"
"Where is Doctor Sally? We want to interview her."
"Did she really save Mr. Hayes?"
The Hayes Family, faced with the incessantly flashing lights, looked bewildered.
However, they nodded and said, "Indeed, she was the one who saved him. The old man is already out of danger, but she left about five minutes ago."
A sense of disappointment swept through the reporters upon hearing this.
They had come after receiving advance news, yet Eleanor Sterling had still left.
Without getting any useful interview material, they would be scolded upon returning.
Suddenly, someone spotted Giselle Keating.
A moment ago, during the live broadcast, they saw Giselle’s mistake. He immediately exclaimed, "It’s Giselle Keating! That genius pharmacist."
A group of reporters immediately surrounded her.
Unable to interview Eleanor Sterling, interviewing Giselle Keating would still be a major scoop, especially if she talked about her mistake.
Soon, reporters encircled Giselle, bombarding her with questions.
"Miss Keating, will you take responsibility for the issues with your medicine?"
"Why were you so confident in giving Mr. Hayes the medication?"
"Miss Keating, do you have anything to say?"
A barrage of sharp questions constantly reminded Giselle of her past experiences.
Faced with the relentless questioning and cameras thrust at her, this heiress furiously smashed the reporter’s camera.