No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1373

The screen went dark.

Eleanor continued to look through the videos. The next eighty were all daily recordings from her father's lab. But she could see his hair growing whiter, his expression more fatigued. The timestamps were erratic; sometimes he was working at dawn, other times he was running experiments in the dead of night.

Her father was like a man possessed, a frantic scientist. Sometimes, when the data didn't meet his expectations, he would curse under his breath, clearly agitated.

Eleanor couldn't watch them all in one sitting. She clicked through the other files, which contained extensive research notes, data analyses, and scanned manuscripts.

These were the very same materials Dr. Smith had given her for her leukemia research. They were her father's manuscripts. It was her father who had provided her with the most authentic data to reference.

Eleanor lost track of time. When her eyes finally grew sore, she glanced at the clock. She had been watching since eight p.m., and it was now past midnight.

The files made one thing crystal clear: the project her father had poured his heart and soul into during his final years wasn't an ordinary blood disease study. It was a targeted intervention therapy for early-stage leukemia, codenamed 'Aurora.'

To be more precise, it was for a subtype of leukemia caused by a specific genetic mutation.

Eleanor remembered a patient with this exact mutation—the mother named Marilyn.

She took a deep breath. Why had her father worked himself to the bone researching leukemia in his last two years? Who was he trying to save?

Eleanor couldn't bear to watch much more of the videos. Her father's figure transformed from energetic to gradually gaunt and haggard, his graying hair turning silver-white.

Then, she saw a scene that made tears stream down her face without warning.

On screen, her father was recording data when he suddenly broke into a violent coughing fit. With his back to the camera, he coughed for a long time. When he finally turned around, he glanced at the tissue in his hand.

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