No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 311

Gina stayed for about an hour before heading out.

By afternoon, Evelyn’s fever had stabilized, her spirits returning to normal. She’d be discharged first thing tomorrow morning.

“I’ll stay with Evelyn tonight. You should go home and get some rest,” Ian said, noting the pallor on Eleanor’s face.

“That’s not necessary. I can stay with her,” Eleanor replied, rejecting his concern outright.

“You don’t look well—” Ian frowned, worry creasing his brow.

Eleanor shot him a cold, distant glance. “I don’t need your concern.”

He didn’t even have the right to care about her anymore.

Ian fell silent.

That night, Eleanor stayed by her daughter’s side, falling asleep next to her. In the morning, after they woke, Joslyn mentioned that Ian had left around dawn.

Discharge went smoothly. Joy drove over to pick them up and take them home.

After two days of rest, Evelyn was back to her energetic self, skipping off to school as if nothing had happened.

During those days, Eleanor was constantly receiving updated lab data from Callie. She analyzed results while discussing the experiments with him, her mind always half in the lab.

Today, Eleanor returned to the lab, diving back into her work.

She spent the entire morning immersed in experiments, rubbing her aching temples before pushing aside her second cup of cold coffee.

Beneath the microscope, she watched as a set of gene-edited T cells devoured leukemia cells with astonishing efficiency. The experimental data far exceeded their expectations.

“Eleanor, these results are incredible!” Callie burst in, clutching a freshly printed analysis, eyes shining behind her glasses. “And there’s no sign of a cytokine storm!”

Eleanor took the report, her fingers brushing over the key data points.

This kind of breakthrough wasn’t achieved overnight. Three years ago, she’d begun tinkering with this particular gene sequence, and now, finally, the results were here.

“Eleanor, our research is going to rewrite the leukemia treatment guidelines!” Callie’s excitement was unmistakable.

Eleanor thought of her father’s motto: “A doctor’s heart is kind, their skill and sincerity paramount.”

Now, at last, she was on the verge of changing countless lives.

That afternoon, both Simone and Dr. Lyman Brown attended the meeting. After hearing Eleanor’s presentation, they were elated. “Eleanor, it’s time to begin animal trials!”

Eleanor nodded in agreement.

Later, Simone called Ian to brief him on the results.

“I’ll set up a dedicated protection fund to safeguard her research,” Ian responded, his voice low and steady.

“Good,” Simone replied, then added, “You asked me to check if Eleanor would consider continuing her studies abroad. I asked her. She said no.”

“Why not?”

“She said her child is still too young.”

“Thank you, Dr. Langley. That’s all I needed.”

After hanging up, Simone frowned, unsure what Ian was planning or why he couldn’t just say it outright.

Now, returning to her own calling, Eleanor felt the world had opened up for her.

Simone updated Ian on the research progress, then couldn’t help but add, “Ellie’s brought Evelyn with her to the lab.”

“I’m away on business, Dr. Langley,” Ian replied with a polite laugh.

Simone hesitated. Ian hadn’t shown any displeasure, but she realized she might have overstepped.

He clearly didn’t want anyone playing matchmaker between him and Eleanor. Simone had heard the rumors, too.

Ian’s new love interest was Vanessa, the international piano prodigy.

Simone remembered meeting her once—stunning, poised, with a presence that left nothing to be desired. Eleanor held her own, of course, but it was clear the kind of woman Ian preferred.

Men like Ian—successful, driven—never spent much time coaxing women. They needed someone who could provide emotional support.

“I’ll keep an extra eye on Evelyn, then,” Simone said.

Three days later, Simone approached Eleanor with a proposal. “There’s a medical conference in Ashford City tomorrow night. The lab would like you to attend as our representative for the new technology and give a speech.”

Eleanor was caught off guard. “Joel would be a great choice, too.”

“He’s traveling to see family and won’t be back until after the holidays.”

Eleanor didn’t protest. “Alright. I’ll get ready.”

“Do you have someone to watch Evelyn? If not, she’s welcome at my place,” Simone offered gently. Evelyn had once called her “Grandma,” and Simone had taken her to heart ever since.