No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 340

Eleanor had nothing to say to that—this was exactly why she could never bring herself to sever her daughter’s ties with Ian.

Ian had always played the role of father remarkably well.

“Hey! It’s been almost five months since Vanessa last visited, hasn’t it?” Joy remarked.

Eleanor did a quick mental calculation—Joy was right. Vanessa hadn’t been around lately, so it was impossible to tell if she was showing yet.

Watching her daughter, Eleanor felt a sharp sting in her chest. If Vanessa really was having a baby, would Ian still manage to be the father he’d always been?

After the picnic, Evelyn insisted on riding back with Ian and kept chattering about having dinner at Goodwin Manor that evening. Clearly, Gina had told Ian to bring his daughter home for the night.

It had already been three weekends since Evelyn last visited there, so Eleanor agreed.

All four of them drove back into town separately, while Eleanor headed for the lab.

With her daughter away, it was the perfect chance to catch up on some work.

By the time Eleanor returned to the lab, night had already fallen.

On weekends, the lab was eerily quiet, the only sound the low hum of machines.

She powered up her computer, plugged in the USB drive Ian had given her, and began poring over the latest research from Dr. Smith’s lab.

Suddenly, a set of anomalous data caught her eye. It was closely related to the bottleneck she’d been facing in her own experiments, but the results showed something entirely different.

She immediately pulled up her own data, her fingers flying over the keyboard. The two sets of results appeared side by side on the screen, and she squinted, comparing them carefully.

A bold idea suddenly flashed through her mind. She leapt up, strode to the lab bench, and began mixing new reagents.

She muttered to herself, deeply focused.

Then, at last, the reaction she’d been waiting for appeared in the test tube.

Her heart racing, Eleanor rushed back to the computer to record her findings.

On the screen, the data curve showed a flawless upward trend. Her theory was finally validated.

Every nerve in her brain buzzed with excitement. This discovery wouldn’t just solve her current problem—it might mean a breakthrough for the entire field of cell sequencing.

She stayed in the lab all night, and by the time she finished documenting her results, dawn was already breaking outside.

As she stood up, a wave of dizziness hit her—her head felt heavy, her legs light, and she nearly fainted.

She collapsed onto a nearby chair to rest, but before she knew it, she’d fallen fast asleep.

Simone, who liked to come in early on weekends, noticed the lab lights were still on when she arrived. Curious, she walked over—and was stunned to find Eleanor asleep at her workbench. Had she been working through the entire night?

Simone sighed. Eleanor’s dedication was admirable, but this was going too far. After all, her life mattered too.

When Eleanor finally woke up, it was already half past eight. On her way to her office she saw Simone, who was also working overtime. She knocked and poked her head in.

“Professor Langley, you’re here early too.”

“Professor Langley, I think you should focus on your research,” Ian cut her off, coldly.

Simone just chuckled. “Sorry, I was being nosy.”

They chatted a bit longer before hanging up. Simone sighed—she’d hoped Ian had paved a better path for Eleanor, but from his tone, that clearly wasn’t the case.

Eleanor had just made it home when her phone rang. Xavier’s voice was heavy. “Miss Sutton, my aunt doesn’t have much time. She wants to see you before she goes.”

Eleanor’s mind went blank for a moment—Juliette was dying?

“Mr. Vaughn, okay—what hospital? I’ll come right now,” she replied quickly.

Ashford General Hospital. When Eleanor arrived at the ward, Xavier was talking quietly with some relatives. When he saw her, he stepped away and walked up to her, but before Eleanor could even speak, a wave of dizziness washed over her.

She steadied herself with a hand to her forehead. Xavier caught her in his arms. “Eleanor, are you alright?”

Just then, footsteps echoed from around the corridor’s corner. Three people appeared, catching sight of Xavier holding Eleanor.

At the front was Ian, with Vanessa and Henry beside him.

Vanessa’s face went cold—she couldn’t believe Eleanor and Xavier were already getting so close, and right in public.

Henry, too, had no idea things between Eleanor and Xavier had progressed so far.

Vanessa glanced at Ian, but he showed no emotion, just his trademark furrowed brow and intent gaze.