No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 880

After sending the message, Ian's fingers tapped twice on the desk before he dialed Dr. Smith's direct line.

"Doctor, Miss Shannon has confirmed her cooperation. The experiment can proceed as planned," Ian stated, his voice as calm and decisive as ever.

On the other end of the line, Dr. Smith finally breathed a sigh of relief. "That's excellent news, Mr. Goodwin. I'll have the team begin preparations immediately."

"Thank you for your hard work," Ian said before hanging up.

He rose and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the bustling city below. The bright sunlight seemed unable to penetrate the darkness in his deep eyes. Two minutes later, he picked up his phone, found Eleanor's number, and dialed.

"Hello?" she answered.

"The experiment here can begin tomorrow," he said in a low voice.

"Okay," she replied calmly, then added, "I'm driving. Was there anything else?"

Ian's lips tightened. "No, that's all." he replied.

The line went dead.

He let out a slow breath, his brow furrowed with a complex expression no one could decipher. The strong posture he held just moments ago seemed to collapse, as if his strength had been drained away. He leaned against the window for support and let out a soft sigh.

At that moment, Eleanor was stopped at a red light, her slender fingers tapping restlessly on the steering wheel. Ian's words meant only one thing: he had finally agreed to all of Vanessa's demands. Whether he wanted to marry Vanessa or not, he had to meet her conditions. Gina's illness couldn't wait, and neither could Serena's. Without effective treatment, there was no telling how their conditions would progress.

"Don't say that. We're just relieved your surgery was a success," Eleanor said, pulling up a chair and studying Simone's face. "How is your recovery going?"

"It's going well, I'm just weak and don't have much of an appetite," Simone said, forcing a cheerful tone. "Enough about me. How are you? How's the child? Any progress with your experiments?"

"The little one is doing great, and work is going well. We're making good progress," Eleanor replied with a smile.

"You work so hard, juggling your research and a child," Simone said, her eyes filled with sympathy. There was more she wanted to say, but she held her tongue. After all, she had heard that two outstanding young men were vying for Eleanor's affection. It seemed Eleanor had found her happiness, so it wasn't her place to offer unsolicited advice.

"Professor Langley, have you done much research on rare blood disorders?" Eleanor asked.

Simone thought for a moment and shook her head. "That's not an area I've delved into deeply. Genetic issues often require breakthrough technologies, which is more your expertise."