No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 912

Serena texted back, "Oh, really? I guess his company must be out of trouble then."

"It should be fine. Henry said your brother helped him out a lot. Serena, this is good news," Vanessa replied, her message carrying a clear implication.

Serena understood what she meant, and a bitter feeling rose in her chest. Who would have known that the once free-spirited Miss Goodwin now wished for nothing more than good health?

"I'm not sure about the details. Vanessa, I'm a little tired. Let's talk later."

"Okay, let's catch up soon," Vanessa responded.

Serena turned off her phone screen without replying.

The spot where they had drawn blood was throbbing. They had taken six vials, and she felt lightheaded.

"Miss Goodwin, let me help you to the rest area. We'll bring you something to eat shortly," a nurse offered.

"Thank you," Serena said. Just then, she saw Eleanor and Dr. Smith approaching. "Doctor. Ellie."

"Miss Goodwin, El will be performing a full-body examination now. We need to document the changes in your skin," Dr. Smith explained.

Serena's face flushed a deep red. She had never been naked in front of anyone before.

"It's a routine check. Try not to feel anxious," Eleanor said calmly.

Serena bit her lip and nodded. One of the nurses followed her and Eleanor into the examination room.

"Miss Goodwin, do you need my help?" the nurse asked.

Serena's blush deepened, spreading to her ears. She clenched her fists, her eyes filled with shame and resistance.

"Okay, turn around."

Serena turned, biting her lip in shame. But as she watched Eleanor's professional expression, the intense focus as she examined every inch of her skin, she saw a new side of her. There was a gentle yet firm strength about Eleanor, the natural grace of a highly intelligent woman, an elegance born from intellect.

Serena was so captivated that she stared for a few seconds, only snapping out of it when Eleanor removed her gloves and said, "All done."

As Serena reached for her clothes, she shivered from the cold, and her shirt fell to the floor. Eleanor picked it up and handed it to her. "Don't catch a chill. A common cold could worsen your condition."

Serena quickly dressed while Eleanor wrote her report at a nearby desk. Once Serena was ready, Eleanor opened the door and left the examination room.

Strangely, Eleanor's professionalism and calm demeanor had put her at ease.

That night, Eleanor worked late, not leaving the lab until nine-thirty. When she reached the main lobby, Gavin was waiting for her. "Miss Sutton, Mr. Goodwin asked me to drive you home."