No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 446

Ian narrowed his eyes, his tone turning even more distant. “I’m afraid I can’t say.”

Simone hesitated, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. Was the patient’s identity that sensitive?

Without another word, Ian turned and walked away.

Eleanor wasn’t in the lab at that moment. She’d retreated to her office, rubbing her aching temples, desperate for a moment of quiet.

Ian had always been a master at spinning half-truths to keep her focused on her research. The sample from her mother—he’d claimed it was for scientific progress, but in reality, it was always about saving Vanessa.

For six years, whenever Vanessa was involved, Ian paid special attention. Just now, he’d danced around Simone’s questions, refusing to explain the donor’s purpose. Who else could it be for, if not Vanessa? It was just another one of his calculated moves.

If he admitted the truth, he feared Eleanor might deliberately stall her research and jeopardize Vanessa’s health.

But what truly drove Eleanor wasn’t the chance to save a single life—it was the hope of saving countless patients. That was the mission she’d inherited from her father, his legacy living on in her work.

At three o’clock, Eleanor entered the lab. Callie glanced at her, concern etched on her face. “Eleanor, are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Let me see today’s data,” Eleanor replied briskly.

Callie handed her the lab results. Forcing herself to focus, Eleanor flipped through the pages. Suddenly, she stopped at a data set on the sixth page, her breath catching.

She murmured softly to herself, drawing Callie’s curiosity. Callie leaned in, saying, “That’s the batch of hematopoietic stem cell samples from last week’s leukemia patients. I used the new screening method you suggested—what is it? Something wrong?”

Eleanor immediately moved to the computer, pulling up the raw data, her eyes shining with anticipation. She grabbed a pen and scribbled a string of formulas into her notebook.

“Eleanor, did you find something?” Callie’s voice trembled with excitement.

Eleanor’s own voice quivered as she replied, “The combination works—it’s effective.” Without another word, she began working at the computer herself.

Callie watched as Eleanor’s fingers flew over the keyboard. The lab was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Finally, the sequencing report printed out.

“I’ll get the detailed records ready,” Callie said, rubbing his hands together with excitement.

Back in her office, Simone replayed everything in her mind. Suddenly, she picked up her phone and dialed Ian’s number.

“Professor Langley.”

“Ian, great news—Eleanor’s lab just made a breakthrough. We could be ready for clinical trials in a month.”

There was a pause, then Ian’s calm voice. “Alright. I understand.”

Simone blinked, a little surprised at his composure. Then again, Ian had always been the type to stay unruffled, no matter what.

“This Friday, Eleanor’s holding a seminar. You should come.”

“Okay,” Ian replied, and promptly ended the call.