No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 899

Smith was taken aback. Mr. Goodwin certainly knew Eleanor well, anticipating her next move. Could Eleanor really be a second potential donor?

That afternoon, Eleanor took her own blood sample to be tested, running the comparison herself.

The analysis was complete.

Her blood was not suitable for the experiment.

Smith, who had been keeping a close eye on the matter, saw the results on his computer and sighed. Eleanor's compatibility was only around sixty percent—not high enough to be effective.

Eleanor ran the test three times, but the result was always the same. Finally, she gave up and returned to her office, three small bruises already forming on her inner elbow from the needles.

Smith sent a text to Ian: "Miss Sutton did run the genetic comparison. She is not a suitable match."

The reply came back a moment later: "Thank you."

Smith rubbed his temples. He really couldn't afford to get distracted by anything else. The experiment was all that mattered.

Eleanor sat in her office, lost in thought for a long time. Then, shaking it off, she resolved not to waste any more time and threw herself back into her work.

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The crisis at Yeaton Holdings had the entire family on edge. Vanessa was summoned back to Yeaton Manor for dinner. Faye had also taken the day off from work, and Mrs. Yeaton had been so worried for the past two days she could barely eat or sleep.

Vanessa didn't refuse, and the two of them left.

Behind them, a servant leaned in to whisper to Mrs. Yeaton. "The eldest miss certainly puts on airs. You invite her to lunch, and she won't even give you the time of day."

"I used to look down on her and her mother; now she's just lording it over me," Mrs. Yeaton said bitterly. She hadn't forgotten how she'd treated them in the past, but now that Vanessa had latched onto the Goodwin family, she had no choice but to swallow her pride. If the Goodwins hadn't supported Vanessa for the last ten years, she and her mother would still be struggling in the slums of Drexford.

Even back then, when Vanessa had first arrived at the Yeaton house, a timid girl hiding behind her mother, Mrs. Yeaton had seen the ambition in her eyes. And she'd been right. A decade later, Vanessa was not only a celebrated piano prodigy but also the likely future daughter-in-law of the Goodwin family. From now on, Mrs. Yeaton would be the one seeking her favor.

However, Vanessa's mother was a constant headache. She had a gambling addiction and a penchant for bad investments. To keep Vanessa happy, the Yeatons had already given her fifty million this year alone.