No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 320

“Let Professor Langley know there’s a meeting this afternoon. And have her bring Ian in as well.”

Callie hurried out. Left alone, Eleanor leaned against the lab bench, her expression grave and clouded with worry. She couldn’t stop thinking about the woman in the hospital waiting for the new drug—a mother clinging to hope, her eyes silently pleading for a chance to live. The weight of that gaze lingered heavy on Eleanor’s heart.

At three o’clock, the conference room felt thick with tension.

Professor Langley and Dr. Lyman had arrived early and were quietly discussing experimental data. Eleanor sat at the head of the table, fingers tapping nervously against the polished wood, eyes occasionally darting toward the door.

The meeting couldn’t begin until everyone was there.

“Mr. Goodwin is here,” Callie announced as she pushed open the door.

Eleanor’s fingers stilled. She looked up.

Ian strode in, every inch the businessman—sharp suit, jet-black hair swept neatly back, not a strand out of place. His eyes swept the room, finally settling on Eleanor, their depths unreadable.

“Let’s begin,” he said, his voice low, commanding.

Callie gestured quickly. “Mr. Goodwin, please, have a seat.”

“Give me the latest results,” Ian said, his tone even, but everyone in the room could feel the pressure behind his words.

Simone glanced at Eleanor and gave a subtle nod, cueing her to speak.

Eleanor straightened, forcing herself to meet Ian’s gaze. “The results show the drug is triggering an uncontrollable immune rejection. If we continue as planned, the risks are enormous.”

Ian’s expression darkened; he tapped his fingers twice against the table, lost in thought.

The silence in the room was suffocating. Callie and the other researchers instinctively held their breath.

Eleanor faltered for a moment—he wanted to save Vanessa.

“You want to say it but I don’t want to hear it,” she replied coldly. “If this works, it’s not just one life we’ll save. It could be millions.”

You could have heard a pin drop.

Only Eleanor would dare talk to the chief investor like that.

“Of course, you can always pull out, cancel my project. I won’t stop you.” Eleanor lifted her chin, pride and resolve in her voice.

“I’m not pulling out,” Ian said. “But I want your word—you’ll have a new plan as soon as possible.”

Everyone in the room exhaled in relief. Simone turned to Eleanor, hopeful. “Eleanor, do you have something new in mind?”