No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 862

"Thank you, Doctor," Eleanor said, suppressing her frustration. She didn't press him further and continued the tour.

But her mind was racing. Who was Gina's donor? Why would Ian go to such lengths to keep their identity a secret? Was there something special about this person?It was becoming clear that Ian was hiding far more than she had ever imagined.

After the tour, Smith invited her to lunch to discuss Gina's condition in more detail. On this topic, he was open and forthcoming. The news, however, was not good. No matter her feelings toward Gina, she was still her daughter's grandmother, and Eleanor felt a familiar weight settle in her chest.

"Because of Gina's age, her hematopoietic function has deteriorated," Smith explained. "The stem cell infusions are not as effective as they used to be. Mr. Goodwin is pushing me to develop a new treatment plan as soon as possible."

Eleanor frowned. "The second option I mentioned before—have there been any successful cases yet?"

Smith shook his head. "None yet. The risks are too high, and it's difficult to find subjects with the same rare condition. The theory is sound, but we have no practical application."

Eleanor looked up at him. "You mentioned last time that you had another option, but the stem cell donor was unwilling to cooperate. Is that still the case?"

Smith adjusted his glasses. "Yes. The individual is refusing, and we can't force them. I've spoken with them, but they remain adamant." He sighed, looking helpless. "Now it's up to Mr. Goodwin to try and persuade them."

"Does he think he can?" Eleanor asked.

Smith glanced at her before replying. "He's confident he can, but Mr. Goodwin is still considering the donor's terms."

Eleanor frowned again. Was there really someone Ian couldn't handle? With the advanced solutions Smith's lab could offer, surely Ian could meet any condition the donor proposed in exchange for their cooperation.

She spent the next hour listening to Smith's latest proposals, the two of them falling into a deep, technical discussion.

It was two o'clock when they finally left the restaurant. Eleanor checked the time, said her goodbyes to Smith, and got into her car. After a moment of hesitation, she dialed Ian's number.

"Hello," a low voice answered.

She took a seat across from him. A moment later, a secretary brought in tea and quietly retreated, leaving the two of them alone in the vast office.

Eleanor got straight to the point. "I came here to find out who your mother's stem cell donor is."

Ian leaned forward and pulled a sealed envelope from a pile of documents. "This is for you."

She took it with a frown. Inside was an addendum to their divorce agreement. She met his gaze. "What is this?"

He leaned back, his expression calm and his deep eyes swirling with an unreadable mix of emotions, though a hint of relief softened his weary features.

"It means," he said, his voice low and clear, "that this clause is now null and void. The original is yours to do with as you please. Rip it up or keep it, it's up to you."