No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 237

The next afternoon, when Eleanor and Joel arrived at Meridian Dynamics for their meeting, they immediately sensed a shift in the atmosphere. Where people used to find brief moments to catch their breath between tasks, now everyone was hunched over their desks, working with intense focus.

Inside Byron’s office, the tension was just as heavy. He slid a folder across the desk toward Eleanor. “Miss Sutton, Mr. Goodwin has asked us to prioritize this line of research. He wants you to lead the team.”

Eleanor flipped through the file, her brows knitting together. “This is a risky direction. It’ll require extensive experiments and validation.”

“Mr. Goodwin said resources aren’t an issue.” Byron gave her a meaningful look. “He seems to have a lot of faith in your abilities.”

Eleanor closed the folder. “Alright. I’ll do my best.”

Back in her lab, Eleanor took a closer look at the documents. The project was focused on chronic lymphocytic leukemia—right now, bone marrow transplants were the only real cure. Their collaborative experiment was aimed in exactly that direction.

If she took the lead, Eleanor knew her workload would skyrocket.

Meanwhile, Byron’s office phone rang. He picked up. “Hello? Who is this?”

“Did she agree?” Ian’s voice came through.

Byron sat up, startled. “Mr. Goodwin, it’s you! Yes, Miss Sutton agreed.”

“Good. Make sure you support her research completely.”

“We’ll give Miss Sutton’s team top priority,” Byron promised.

Just then, Faye walked in, arms full of paperwork.

“Professor Langley asked me to bring you this data.” Faye dropped the hefty stack onto Eleanor’s desk, her eyes flashing with irritation.

“Thank you,” Eleanor said evenly, glancing at the overwhelming pile.

Faye shot her a sidelong look, scoffing inwardly. Eleanor used to enjoy special treatment thanks to her family connections, but now that her supporters were gone, Faye doubted she’d keep her head held high for long.

The truth was, this new research project was like staring at the edge of modern medicine—a challenge so daunting, it felt impossible to even grasp where to begin. It would devour Eleanor’s time and energy, and, in the end, might not yield any real results at all.