No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1129

"Alright, I'll immediately arrange for a team to start the research," Ian replied with a nod.

"Eleanor is a professional researcher in the brain-computer interface field," Maxwell mentioned.

Garth suddenly remembered something—the last message his son had sent before leaving. "Dad, Eleanor and I are officially together. She's a wonderful girl, and I hope to have your blessing."

Garth pulled himself back to the present, his expression grave as he thought for a moment. "Eleanor and Mansfield started dating two weeks ago. If she finds out about his condition, it will have a huge emotional impact on her." After a pause, he continued, "Ian, I have an unreasonable request. To avoid affecting Eleanor's research, I hope you'll keep the truth from her for now."

Ian's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"I'll tell her that Mansfield is on a classified mission and will be out of contact for a while. Once the brain-computer research has made some progress, we can slowly help her accept the reality."

Ian was silent for a moment. He understood Garth's concerns, but deceiving Eleanor made him struggle internally.

"I understand your difficult position," Ian finally said. "But Eleanor has the right to know the truth."

"I know it's not fair to her," Garth said, lifting his bloodshot eyes. "But given Mansfield's current condition, I can't risk losing any chance of waking him. Eleanor is the core of this research, and her state of mind will directly affect whether Mansfield wakes up."

Chancellor Maxwell added from beside him, "A scientist's frame of mind is everything. It's essential she stays objective and focused."

Ian looked at the lifeless Mansfield on the hospital bed, an intense internal struggle raging within him. Finally, he took a deep breath. "Alright, I'll keep this a secret."

"Thank you, Ian. If you need anything, just ask," Garth said, gripping his hand. "Once there's a breakthrough in the research, please inform me immediately."

"I will mobilize national medical resources to fully cooperate with your research," Chancellor Maxwell also stated solemnly.

Eleanor sighed. When would she hear from him?

Even Mrs. Ellington didn't know his whereabouts. It seemed the only way to find out anything was to ask his father, but how could Eleanor dare to disturb the Vice President?

Besides, Mansfield was on a mission, and it wasn't her place to inquire about it.

Eleanor woke up her daughter and helped her wash her face and brush her teeth. Joslyn had already packed her little backpack.

The little girl looked adorable in her blue spring uniform. Eleanor couldn't resist pinching her cheek. "Let's go, Mommy will take you to school."

Just then, Evelyn saw Princess wagging her tail at the door in the entryway, whining enthusiastically. Her big eyes lit up. "Daddy's here!"