No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 953

Despite her fatigue, Eleanor's eyes were exceptionally bright. "I know," she said with a small smile. "Thank you for the reminder."

"Oh, right. Mr. Goodwin is on the line. He wants to speak with you," Smith said, quickly handing her his phone.

Eleanor's first thought was of her daughter. Was something wrong? She snatched the phone. "What's wrong with Evelyn?"

A deep, masculine voice answered, reassuring her. "Evelyn's asleep. She's fine. Eleanor, go get some rest. Get out of the lab."

Hearing that her daughter was safe, Eleanor's relief was quickly replaced by a cool detachment. "You don't get to manage my life."

"You don't want what happened to your father to happen to you, Eleanor. Just listen to me," Ian's voice suddenly grew agitated.

Eleanor froze.

On the other end of the line, his tone softened. "The experiment can wait until tomorrow. Don't work yourself into the ground."

If she recalled correctly, he hadn't been so considerate when she was developing the cure for leukemia. Back then, he had pushed her relentlessly. What was with the sudden act of kindness now?

"Just worry about yourself, Ian," Eleanor said before hanging up. She turned to Smith. "Doctor, just a little more time. I promise I'll get some rest."

"El, what exactly are you working on?" Smith asked, puzzled. After all, the research direction for Serena was already set; they just needed to proceed with the trial to get the results.

"Doctor, I believe there must be some kind of highly homologous connection between direct relatives."

Smith looked at her, stunned. "So, you're searching for that connection?"

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