No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1006

"Daddy, you have to get better soon! My school is having a family sports day next week, and I want both you and Mommy to come with me," Evelyn said.

Ian smiled and promised, "Okay, Daddy will definitely be there."

Eleanor returned to her study to finish the work she had brought home. She remembered her father's notebooks contained records of blood disorders and reached for one. As she flipped through the pages, she noticed that among the densely written notes, there were a surprising number of entries about leukemia.

She frowned. Why had her father been so fixated on researching leukemia in his final two years?

While there were notes on other blood disorders, they were far fewer. It seemed his final efforts hadn't been focused on blood disorders in general, but specifically on leukemia.

Eleanor opened the lab's system on her computer and typed "leukemia" into the research database.

To her surprise, she found research outlines and records on leukemia, with the earliest entries dating back to the last year of her father's life.

The most recent entries were from the year she had taken over the leukemia research back in her home country. So, Ian hadn't established this blood lab solely for his mother's illness. The archives showed he had also invested significant effort into leukemia research.

Pharmaceutical research was a lucrative industry. Since Ian had entered the field, he must have intended to commercialize his findings. After all, his venture into pharmaceuticals had been met with skepticism from the Goodwin & Co. board. He had funded this lab with his own money and needed to find a way to make it profitable.

Looking at her father's notes, Eleanor felt a pang in her chest. What had driven him to work so hard?

Eleanor rubbed her temples. Just then, her phone rang. It was Serena. She frowned and answered, "Hello."

"Ellie, you won't believe it! My latest test results just came in, and my levels are almost back to normal! Only three are slightly elevated; everything else is fine."

Serena's joyful voice came through the phone.

Eleanor was silent for a few seconds. Serena's voice then took on a hopeful, yet guilty tone. "Ellie… are you… are you happy for me?"

Eleanor was simply too tired to speak, but Serena's question prompted a response. "Of course, I'm happy for you."

"Was it Ian who asked you to conduct this research?" Eleanor pressed.

On the video call, Smith's expression grew serious. He adjusted his glasses. "Eleanor, that's a question you should ask Mr. Goodwin himself. He'll tell you."

Eleanor frowned. Was this another one of Ian's secrets? How many more did this man have?

"Alright. Thank you, Doctor."

"You're welcome. In any case, you've solved the leukemia puzzle, so Mr. Goodwin should have no more worries," Smith said before ending the call.

Eleanor took a deep breath. This was a problem her father had worked himself to death trying to solve. Perhaps there was still a secret she needed to uncover.

Joslyn came upstairs. "Ma'am, dinner is ready."