No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 157

When he held Eleanor's report card in his hands, he saw it—eight core courses, an average score of ninety-eight.

Dr. Lyman adjusted his glasses, scanning the numbers again and again, hardly able to believe it. He immediately picked up the phone. "Bring Eleanor's exam papers to my office. I want to review them myself."

That afternoon, a stack of Eleanor's tests landed on Dr. Lyman's desk. He sipped his tea, picked up the first exam, and began to read. Each answer was in Eleanor's own handwriting, and every response came so close to perfection that it left him speechless.

"This girl… Elliot, how did you raise a daughter like this?" Dr. Lyman exclaimed, shaking his head in amazement. Then he dialed his assistant. "Could you please ask Simone to come here?"

"Right away!"

About fifteen minutes later, Simone pushed open the office door. "Lyman, you wanted to see me?"

"Come here. You won't believe your eyes."

"What am I looking at?" Simone asked, curiosity piqued.

"Eleanor's latest exam results," Dr. Lyman replied, unable to hide the excitement in his voice.

Simone's eyebrows shot up. "The scores are out?"

"Come and see for yourself. This girl is exactly the person you need," Dr. Lyman said earnestly.

Skeptical but intrigued, Simone pulled a test paper from the pile and took a seat. As she read, her eyes widened, mouth falling open as her heartbeat quickened.

"This is… Eleanor's paper? No way. How could she write something this flawless?"

"You think she cheated?" Dr. Lyman replied, taking another sip of tea. "Simone, even if you or I sat that exam today, we might not do as well as her. Who could she possibly copy from?"

Simone quickly dismissed the idea. The test covered topics from recent research, some only emerging in the last couple of years. Eleanor's father had passed away five years ago—there was no way he could've given her any hints.

"How did she do overall?"

"So you already knew, huh?" Darcy scratched his head, grinning sheepishly.

Meanwhile, Gwenda, Faye, Horace, and Callie were deep in discussion in the conference room when the news broke. Gwenda immediately pulled up the university website, and when she saw the scores, her vision blurred with shock.

"No way… How could Eleanor average a ninety-eight? She couldn't have copied, could she?"

Faye snatched Gwenda's tablet, eyes glued to the results. For a moment, her mind went blank—Eleanor hadn't just passed; she'd come close to a perfect score in every subject.

"Impossible. Only a genius could pull this off. Her father's average was just ninety-six, wasn't it? She actually outperformed him," Horace said in disbelief.

"The test papers are public. See for yourself," Gwenda replied, scrolling through her phone.

Faye's face turned pale as she stared at Eleanor's transcript, unable to utter a single word.