No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1372

Eleanor had two glasses of red wine that evening. She had wanted to chat with her daughter, but since she wasn't with Ian, Eleanor just ran a hand through her hair. "I'm tired, but it's been very fulfilling. I've met a lot of brilliant scholars."

A sense of irrepressible excitement and joy colored her voice, and she seemed to radiate a dazzling light.

"Get some rest. Don't stay up too late," Ian instructed in a low voice.

"Thanks." Eleanor lowered her gaze, avoiding the deeper emotion in his eyes.

Silence stretched between them through the screen. Eleanor was standing on the balcony, and a gentle evening breeze brushed against her cheek. In the soft light, her face was tinged with a rosy blush, giving her an unintentionally alluring air.

On the other end of the call, the man's gaze grew more intense. After a moment, he said, "Get some rest. I'm hanging up now."

"Okay." Eleanor ended the call and leaned against the railing, gazing at the distant city lights, her mind momentarily at peace.

She went back to the desk, opened her laptop, and logged back into Dr. Smith's internal database. There was a Q&A session on blood diseases the next day, and Eleanor was missing a few data sets. She found a public data report and took some notes.

As she navigated back to the main platform, she scrolled down, searching for another data source.

Suddenly, her eyes landed on the locked document at the bottom of the page. She stared at it for a few seconds, rubbing her forehead. If Ian was the one who set this password, what kind of key would he have used?

Eleanor was a bit tipsy from the wine, and her thoughts were drifting. Normally, she was calm and rational, but tonight, her mind was unusually agile.

She recalled the image of the young man and woman who had bumped into each other, a scene that mirrored her own memory of the day she first met Ian.

All at once, an idea struck her slightly inebriated mind like a flash of lightning.

A player window popped up. The image was slightly shaky at first, then the background of a laboratory came into view.

Soon, a familiar figure appeared in the frame—it was her father.

Eleanor's eyes instantly welled with tears. It was indeed a daily video from her father's lab. He looked younger back then. He was operating a complex piece of equipment, occasionally looking down to record data and scratching his head—a habit of his when he was working.

This video was from two years before his death, the first year after she was married.

Eleanor's vision blurred with tears. It had been so long since she had seen her father looking so vibrant and full of life.

The video lasted about twenty minutes, documenting a complete experiment. At the end, Elliot Sutton walked up to the camera, smiled, and said, "That's all for today. This set of data is very useful."