No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 295

At noon, Eleanor arrived right on time at the restaurant Xavier had chosen. Juliette hadn’t been feeling well lately and rarely made public appearances. Yet today, despite her frail health, she’d insisted on meeting Eleanor in person. Eleanor, knowing this, wouldn’t dream of being disrespectful.

“Miss Sutton, I truly value your expertise in medical research,” Juliette began, her tone gentle but earnest. “Even though you’re currently working in Dr. Lyman’s lab, our research interests are closely aligned.”

Eleanor nodded, matching Juliette’s seriousness. “Absolutely, Mrs. Grayson. Science knows no borders, and since our labs are both in the same field, we should support and learn from each other.”

“If there’s anything you need from me, don’t hesitate to ask,” Eleanor added.

A faint smile appeared on Juliette’s lips. She reached into her bag, pulling out a folder and handing it to Eleanor. “This is the latest data from our lab’s cancer drug project. I’d appreciate it if you could take a look and offer your insights.”

Eleanor paused, a little taken aback by the trust Juliette was placing in her. She accepted the folder, flipping to the first page. Her eyes darted quickly over the dense molecular diagrams and experimental results. When she looked up at Juliette, there was a hint of surprise in her gaze. “Is this a new targeted therapy for triple-negative breast cancer?”

Xavier picked up the thread, his voice carrying a somber note. “My aunt is a breast cancer survivor. She’s poured her heart into this project, and they’ve just finished the animal trials.”

Juliette coughed quietly, her face pale. “Miss Sutton, I know you’re already busy with your own research, but if you could spare some time to review our findings and share your thoughts, I’d be grateful.”

Eleanor could feel the weight of the folder in her hands, and even more, the hope in Juliette’s eyes. She nodded solemnly. “Of course, Mrs. Grayson. I’ll go over the data carefully and get back to you as soon as I can.”

Lunch ended on that note.

Xavier offered to drive Eleanor back to her lab.

In the car, he glanced in the rearview mirror at Eleanor. “My aunt thinks the world of you. She always says that if you joined our team, the project would move ahead much faster.”

Eleanor smiled. “Dr. Lyman has been a great mentor to me, so I don’t plan to switch labs for now. But I’d be happy to keep collaborating.”

Xavier nodded, not pressing the issue. He respected Eleanor’s decisions.

Back at her lab, Eleanor was just starting to work through the pile of new data when Simone’s assistant knocked at the door. “Eleanor, Professor Langley wants to see you.”

Eleanor set down the folder and left the office. Moments later, Faye entered—she was dropping off a file from Meridian Dynamics for Eleanor.

Faye had just finished stacking the documents and was about to leave when she noticed a folder from Juliette’s lab sitting on Eleanor’s desk. She frowned, picked it up, and without hesitation, broke the seal to take a look.

After skimming the contents, Faye gave a cold, derisive laugh. “So, Eleanor’s planning to jump ship to Juliette’s lab, is she?”

Honestly, Faye wouldn’t mind if she did.

But if Eleanor did move, she’d only gain even more recognition and influence, which would make her even harder to compete with. It was better to keep her tied up here, buried in a research project that had little chance of breakthrough. That way, Eleanor’s time and energy would be drained, and Faye could focus on winning credit with Meridian Dynamics.

When Eleanor returned, she quietly tucked Juliette’s folder into a drawer before heading out to the lab.

Time flew by, and before she knew it, it was Wednesday. That morning, Eleanor dropped her daughter off at school. The little girl was already giddy with anticipation.

“Mom, how many layers will tonight’s cake have? Can I help you cut the cake?”

As she was packing up to leave work, she heard Gwenda’s voice from the reception area. “Can I help you?”

“Is Miss Eleanor Sutton here?” someone asked.

Eleanor stepped out of her office, surprised to see two out-of-breath young women holding a bouquet and a gift bag.

“I’m Eleanor,” she said.

“Miss Sutton, we’ve finally found you!” They looked exhausted—apparently, they’d been wandering the research building for ages.

“Don’t you remember me, Miss Sutton? I’m Mrs. Ellington’s assistant.”

Eleanor looked at the slightly plump girl, recognition dawning. “Of course, I remember.”

But why was Mrs. Ellington’s assistant bringing her flowers and a gift?

“These are for you, Miss Sutton. And this gift as well.”

Eleanor accepted the bouquet and present, curiosity getting the better of her. “Did Mrs. Ellington send these?”

The assistant smiled. “Someone asked our Mrs. Ellington to pass them along to you.”