No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 950

The forty-eight-hour observation period was grueling, but she had to see it through.

At five in the morning, Eleanor finally got some rest in the lounge. A nurse brought her a full set of toiletries. When she woke up the next morning, she found her own suitcase beside the sofa. Joslyn must have packed some warm clothes for her and had Ian bring them over. There was also a familiar blanket draped over her, one from their home. She rubbed her temples, knowing exactly who had put it there.

After two days and three nights of constant monitoring, Serena successfully passed the safety period of the treatment. It was a result that brought Eleanor a profound sense of relief. Of course, with the support of rigorous scientific data, everything had been within a controlled range. Her theory had underpinned the entire experiment, and now it seemed poised to break new ground.

"Ellie, if you succeed, you'll be a miracle worker for patients with blood disorders. You're giving them hope," Dr. Smith praised her once again.

Eleanor stood before the observation window, watching Serena, who was looking visibly better. She felt a surge of hope, imagining that if her daughter ever fell ill, she too would recover just like this, and grow up to be healthy.

"It's a shame Miss Shannon is the only person in the world with this type of blood," Dr. Smith mused. "Otherwise, Mr. Goodwin wouldn't have had to spend ten years managing her. I was the first one to find her, you know. When I initially approached her about it, she refused."

Eleanor turned to look at him, waiting for him to continue.

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