No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 865

Serena knew Ian's assets were vast, but she was still shocked to discover he owned such a massive laboratory. "This is my brother's?"

Just then, the door to a conference room opened, and her brother emerged with a foreign man who had the distinct air of an academic.

"Doctor, this is my sister," Ian said to Smith.

Serena's last check-up had been a simple blood draw at a hospital, so she didn't recognize Dr. Smith.

"Miss Goodwin," Smith said with a gentle smile. "We're going to run a comprehensive series of tests. I'll need your full cooperation."

Serena's eyes widened in alarm. She turned to her brother. "Ian, why are you making me get a check-up all of a sudden? I'm perfectly healthy."

She had been feeling dizzy and tired, sure, but she chalked that up to her late nights. She was young; any issues she had were bound to be minor.

Ian stepped in front of her, studying her face. He noticed the tiny, unexplained red spots under her eyes—the same kind their mother had developed. It was an early symptom.

"Stop messing around and get the tests done," he said, his voice low and cold.

Under his intense, commanding gaze, Serena's usual defiance crumbled. "Okay," she mumbled, reluctantly following Smith's team into the testing area.

Ian returned to the conference room to wait, his face a stoic mask. But the tight line of his jaw and the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on the table betrayed his inner turmoil. Serena finished her tests and flopped onto a sofa, mindlessly scrolling through her phone. Ian watched her in silence.

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