No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 965

"Mr. Goodwin, you're here," said Dr. Smith, then turned to a nurse. "Please ask Dr. Sutton to join us in Conference Room One." He then looked at Serena. "Miss Goodwin, you should come too."

Serena quickly took Ian's arm. "Brother, does this mean Ellie found another way?"

Dr. Smith glanced back with a smile. "You'll see in a moment, Miss Goodwin."

Inside Conference Room One, Dr. Smith maintained an air of mystery until Eleanor walked in with her laptop. Then, he announced excitedly, "Mr. Goodwin, you're about to witness just how brilliant El truly is."

Ian looked up at Eleanor. Dressed in her white lab coat, without a trace of makeup, she exuded an academic charm that was so dazzling he couldn't look away. Serena, too, thought Eleanor looked incredibly beautiful and felt a surge of excitement, wondering what good news she was about to share.

Eleanor sat down and looked at the siblings. "Through my research," she began calmly, "our lab has successfully extracted and cultivated a new type of antibody from the blood samples of direct relatives. I've tentatively named it the ‘golden antibody.'"

She turned to her laptop and brought up a data chart. "The performance of the golden antibody far exceeds the activity of the extract from Vanessa's blood. Its stability and safety are also significantly higher."

Ian stared at the data on the screen, his heart pounding in his chest as a wave of heat rushed through him.

Eleanor continued, "This means that for all future treatments, we can completely eliminate our reliance on Vanessa's blood. All direct relatives can serve as primary donors."

Those last words struck Ian like a bolt of lightning.

A decade of tension, of suppressed emotions, of shouldering an unbearable burden—in that single moment, it all shattered.

It was only then that Dr. Smith noticed the gray in Ian's hair. He was stunned. Remembering Ian's frantic state in the emergency room last night, he wondered, *Did his hair turn gray overnight because of Eleanor?*

"Serena, Doctor, could you give me a moment alone with Eleanor?" Ian asked.

Dr. Smith stood up. Serena looked at her brother with a hopeful expression, silently urging him to do something.

Once the door was closed, Eleanor stood up. "If it's not about work, then—"

Before she could finish, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her tightly into an embrace.