No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1203

"I understand your difficulties," Eleanor said, suppressing her emotions and trying to reply calmly.

"Especially that boy, Ian. He's been under a great deal of pressure, coordinating resources to push the project forward while also pressing for progress in the lab. I hope you won't hold this against him. Although he is your ex-husband, he is also a trustworthy partner. He has done a great deal for Mansfield's sake."

Eleanor's eyes flashed with self-reproach and guilt. She had indeed been too harsh on him in this matter.

"Mr. Vice President, rest assured, I know the truth now. I will do everything in my power to accelerate the research and get the project to the clinical trial stage as soon as possible."

"Okay, okay. With your words, I can rest easy," Garth's voice was filled with immense relief. "Thank you for all your hard work."

"Mansfield was injured in the line of duty for our country. This is what I should be doing."

"Alright, goodbye."

Hanging up the phone, Eleanor stood there, clutching her phone and sighing. Although she desperately wanted to rush to Kingston to see Mansfield, she knew her responsibility and mission right now were more important.

She turned and strode toward the lab benches. From this moment on, she would seize every second to push the research forward.

It was already ten-thirty at night by the time Eleanor finished her experiments and got home. Although her mind was unusually clear, her body was utterly exhausted.

She gently pushed the door open and stepped into the foyer. Only a single warm wall lamp was lit in the living room. Her gaze unintentionally swept over to the sofa, and her steps paused.

Ian's tall frame was leaning against the sofa, quietly watching a muted game on TV. Tucked in his arms, their daughter was fast asleep in her pajamas.

When she was little, her favorite place to sleep wasn't her bed, but Ian's arms. It was as if Evelyn felt safest in her father's embrace.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify