No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 136

Eleanor fixed her gaze on him. "Why?"

"I'm doing this for your own good," Ian replied, his tone cool and measured.

In that instant, Eleanor understood—he wanted her off the project, out of reach of her mother's donor samples. That way, he could avoid any emotional outbursts from her that might slow down his research.

She drew a deep breath, her voice trembling with accusation. "Is it Vanessa you're trying to save?"

Ian's brow furrowed.

He didn't have to say it. Eleanor already knew. A sharp pain stabbed through her chest.

A cold laugh escaped her lips. "There's no way I'll agree to you using my mother's bone marrow for your experiments."

"I'll give you a month," Ian said, his voice devoid of inflection. "If you can find a matching bone marrow sample in that time, I'll return your mother's to you. If you can't, stay out of this research." With that, he turned and walked away.

Eleanor wavered on her feet, finally steadying herself against the wall. A searing ache radiated from her heart, threatening to overwhelm her.

That night, she cradled her daughter as they slept. The little girl's warm body lay nestled peacefully in her arms, and Eleanor closed her eyes.

Ian was willing to cast her aside from the project for Vanessa's sake.

How laughable.

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The next morning, after dropping her daughter off, Eleanor headed to Joy's office. Joy handed her the drafted divorce papers. "Are you sure about this? You're really walking away with nothing? I saw the news—Ian's assets have more than doubled this year!"

Eleanor had met Simone before; even though Simone and her father had never become a couple, they'd collaborated on several projects. In a way, Simone was an old acquaintance.

Eleanor offered a polite nod. "Professor Langley. It's been a while."

Simone's personal life might be messy, but in the medical research community, her reputation was formidable. Just a step below the likes of Dr. Lyman, she'd led teams to win several prestigious awards in recent years.

Simone shot Eleanor a critical, assessing look before turning back to Faye. "Let's talk in your office."

"Of course, Professor." Faye's lips curled in a satisfied smile. She hadn't expected her mentor to suddenly join the project, much less to replace Joel and suggest Faye join the research team. And now, Eleanor was about to be pushed out.

Eleanor returned to her office, only for Joel to show up moments later. He filled her in on the new development: Simone would be leading the team from now on.