No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 840

Or had her father simply been intrigued by the challenge of such a rare disease?

As a researcher herself, Eleanor understood the pull of a complex and challenging case.

She rubbed her temples. Just as she was about to close the folder, a thought struck her, and she stopped breathing.

She frantically flipped through the file again until she found what she was looking for in a detailed report from a Drexford physician: a single word, underlined and in bold.

**Hereditary.**

Eleanor gasped, her hand flying to her chest. The word echoed in her mind.

*Hereditary.*

Her father's notebook had mentioned it, too. Could it be… Her chest ached, and she struggled to breathe.

Her father hadn't just been documenting Gina's illness; he had been worried about the genetic implications for her daughter. For *his* daughter.

"Mommy, look!" Evelyn suddenly appeared in the doorway.

"Evelyn, come here," Eleanor said, her voice strained.

Evelyn walked over to her, and Eleanor pulled her daughter into a fierce hug, her arms tightening around her. She buried her face in Evelyn's soft hair, her eyes scanning her daughter's face, searching for any sign of a suspicious bruise or rash.

"Mommy, what's wrong?" Evelyn asked, her voice muffled against her mother's shoulder.

Realizing she was frightening her, Eleanor forced the lump in her throat down and loosened her grip, managing a weak smile. "Nothing, sweetie. I'm just glad you're okay."

"I'm fine, Mommy. I'm going to go play now," Evelyn said, wriggling free and running off again.

Eleanor quickly put the file back in its folder. She had to take it home and study it. Her mind was a torrent of words: *hereditary, genes, family history, risk*.

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