Anabella's POV:
The day Elinor got discharged and came home, Tonya had already prepared her favorite pumpkin soup. Elinor curled up on the sofa, wrapped in a cozy blanket, holding the warm bowl in her small hands. Her face looked much rosier than yesterday.
"Sweetheart, take it easy at home today. If you're feeling better tomorrow, you can go back to school."
Elinor nodded obediently.
I gently stroked her hair. "Tonya will stay with you. I'm stepping out for an hour or two—I'll be back soon."
*****
At NeuraCore's office building, Randolph's office door was half open. He was staring at his computer screen while munching on a sandwich.
When he saw me, he quickly wiped the crumbs from his mouth and took a sip of coffee. "Mrs. Clayton, you're here."
Then he paused for a second and frow
