No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1442

The next morning, Ian cleared his schedule to spend the day with his daughter and family, as it was his grandmother’s birthday that evening.

Eleanor, however, still had to work and headed to the lab early.

Diaz Archer was already there preparing, and Callie was proving to be a very responsible assistant.

“Eleanor, we need to go to Dr. Windsor’s lab around noon,” Callie reminded her.

Eleanor remembered she had indeed scheduled a meeting with Mr. Windsor for data analysis. York Windsor's lab had generously offered its support for her current experiment.

At ten o'clock, Eleanor and Callie arrived at what was once Juliette Grayson's lab, now York’s Rhine Laboratories.

After clearing security, Eleanor was shown into York’s conference room.

“Ellie, you’re here. Have a seat.” York stood to greet her, a kind smile on his face.

Beside her, Diaz was visibly excited. York was, after all, one of the biggest names in medicine.

Eleanor had brought data to discuss with him, needing his expert opinion on the analysis of a few key data points.

For the next hour, York and Eleanor’s team engaged in a deep discussion. Eleanor listened intently, occasionally circling and annotating points on her documents as she carefully absorbed York's analysis.

On the conference room screen, they spent nearly two hours dissecting complex data charts and images of nerve cells.

York stared at her, stunned. “How did you find out?”

“Ian told me everything. He was the one who funded my father’s lab back then,” Eleanor said, then asked, “Did my father also ask you not to tell me? Why was he so determined to keep it a secret?”

York sighed. “It wasn’t that he intentionally hid it from you. It’s just that at the time, your father knew you were focused on returning to family life and didn’t want to put any pressure on you.”

Eleanor blinked hard, her vision blurring for a moment. Her father’s difficult but well-intentioned decision, which might seem excessive now, must have placed an immense weight on him as he shouldered that responsibility alone.

“Your father was under enormous pressure back then. On one hand, he was facing his own research bottlenecks; on the other, he was worried about you and your daughter living under the shadow of the family’s hereditary illness. In his last two years, he poured almost all his energy into that project. However, I had no idea the lab he was using was funded by Ian.”

Eleanor was taken aback. “He didn’t tell you?”