No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 72

"What's the matter with Miss Shannon?" Joel asked with concern, picking up Vanessa's chart for a quick glance.

Vanessa managed a weak smile. "Just caught a nasty virus, that's all."

"Don't worry. This time, we've got the right medication. You're going to be just fine," Joel reassured her.

"Dr. Kingsley, I heard the new drug was developed by Dr. Lyman's team. Don't tell me you're the genius behind it!" Vanessa teased, recalling what Henry had once told her about Joel's medical brilliance.

Joel chuckled. "Not me. Someone else deserves the credit." He shot a quick glance at Ian.

Ian, masked and clearly exhausted, hovered nearby. The fatigue in his eyes betrayed just how much he'd been dedicating himself to Vanessa's care.

"Miss Shannon, just focus on getting better. I'll be on my way now," Joel said gently. He nodded at Ian before stepping out.

Eleanor was waiting for him by the elevator. Joel caught sight of her and let out a long sigh.

"What's wrong?" Eleanor asked with a light smile.

"Ian's heart really isn't with you anymore," Joel answered. "He looks beat—probably hasn't slept for two nights."

Eleanor just shrugged. "I stopped caring about that a long time ago."

"He doesn't realize you're the one who developed the new drug?" Joel pressed.

Eleanor shook her head. "No need to tell him."

"He'll figure it out after tomorrow's interview airs," Joel remarked.

Back in the lab, Joel called a meeting and updated everyone on the situation. He assigned a few more samples to various teams, hoping they could help identify the cause as quickly as possible.

"Perfect," Eleanor replied.

With Evelyn taken care of, Eleanor could focus on her work. At five-thirty, Ian sent her a message: "When will you be home? I'm back."

She guessed Xavier had already texted him too. She replied, "Still at the university. I'll head back soon."

Once she'd straightened up the lab, Eleanor began preparing herself on the drive home—tonight, she'd finally confront Ian and find a way to get him to hand over his phone, even if it meant picking a fight.

When she got home, Joslyn greeted her at the door. "Welcome back, ma'am."

Eleanor glanced at the shoes by the entryway, grabbed her bag, and took the stairs two at a time. She pushed open Ian's door—inside, the room was dim and quiet. He was asleep.

The noise woke him. Ian opened his eyes, sat up, and looked at her. "What is it?"