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?"

Eleanor stared at the screen, scarcely believing her eyes. Her heart hammered against her ribs, and an overwhelming, indescribable wave of joy washed over her, making her eyes well up.

She had succeeded. She had found the other key. They no longer needed Vanessa. The blood of a direct relative could generate a far more powerful healing force. This meant that not only could Gina and Serena be completely free of their dependence on Vanessa, but more importantly, her daughter would have the most reliable source of life-saving blood in the future.

Eleanor immediately printed out the data sheet and encrypted the file for this "golden antibody." It was a monumental breakthrough.

As she stepped out of the lab, she suddenly swayed forward. A nurse rushed to support her. "Dr. Sutton, are you alright?"

"I—" A sharp pain stabbed through Eleanor's chest. Then everything went dark, and she sank into the nurse's arms.

"Dr. Sutton! Dr. Sutton!" the nurse cried out in panic. "Someone help! Dr. Sutton has collapsed! Call an ambulance!"