No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 952

From the very beginning of her research, Eleanor had been focused on one objective: to break free from their dependency on Vanessa as the sole donor.

She would rather pour a hundred times more effort into her work than ever have to beg someone for help in the future.

In addition to Serena Goodwin's treatment, she initiated a separate research project. Using her own blood samples, she began searching for a unique antibody reaction that might exist among direct relatives.

The idea hadn't come out of nowhere; it had taken root the moment she learned her daughter might inherit the disease. As a mother, she couldn't accept a future where her daughter's life depended on an outsider like Vanessa—a woman with impure motives who could use her life as a threat at any moment. Ian had chosen to compromise and play her game. Eleanor couldn't. Her choice was to shatter the foundation of their reliance on her completely.

Combining Dr. Smith's experimental data with theories published by hematology experts worldwide, Eleanor was confident she could find the answer. She began by comparing early samples from Serena and Gina.

She formed a hypothesis: if the disease could be passed down through genes, then perhaps a more subtle, perfectly matched immune response or antibody-generating mechanism existed between direct blood relatives, one that had yet to be discovered.

The theory was already solid in her mind. She knew she was on the right path; she just needed to find the key.

And Serena's trial was the perfect avenue for her research.

"Dr. Sutton, Miss Goodwin's new blood samples have been delivered to your lab," a nurse said, knocking before entering.

Eleanor snapped out of her thoughts and nodded. "Thank you."

A moment later, she rose and entered the laboratory, her hands moving with practiced ease as she operated the equipment to analyze Serena's blood. She left no stone unturned, leveraging every piece of available data.

After another failed attempt, she leaned wearily against the instrument table, closing her eyes in thought. Suddenly, a bold idea struck her like a lightning bolt.

"A targeted catalyst," Eleanor murmured. Shaking off her exhaustion, she dove back into her research, guided by her new theory.

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