No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 974

Serena waited patiently outside the lab.

Nurses passing by exchanged curious glances, their eyebrows raised at the sight of a test subject stationed outside Dr. Sutton's lab instead of being in her room.

Just then, the heavy door to Eleanor's lab swung open with a rush of cold air. As an elegant figure stepped out, Serena quickly stood up. "Ellie."

Eleanor looked at her, a slight frown on her face. "Do you need something?"

"Ellie, are you going back to your office?"

"Yes."

"I need to talk to you about something," Serena said quickly.

Eleanor gave her a brief glance and, without another word, started walking toward her office.

Serena hurried to keep up. She waited until Eleanor had washed her hands and settled at her desk before approaching and placing her phone on the table.

"Ellie, I know you probably won't believe anything I say right now. And I know the pain my brother and I caused you can't be fixed with a few words of apology." Serena's voice was heavy with sincerity. "But I hope you'll give me a few minutes to listen to a recording. Please?"

Eleanor looked up at her. She didn't seem particularly interested, but she didn't refuse either.

Serena pressed play.

Vanessa's familiar, grating voice filled the quiet office.

As Eleanor listened, Serena watched her face, searching for any reaction. The recording laid bare Vanessa's vanity, her calculating nature, and her venomous heart, all coaxed out and admitted to under Serena's guidance. Yet Eleanor's expression remained unreadable. Her eyes were slightly downcast, hiding whatever emotions lay within.

"Ellie, I know my brother," Serena said, growing desperate. "He's brilliant at reading people. He must have seen through a toxic, manipulative woman like Vanessa from the start. He would never fall in love with someone like her. I'm sure he never even touched her—"

"Miss Goodwin," Eleanor interrupted, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Let the past be the past. Right now, I only want to focus on my research. I don't care about anything else."

She stood up, a clear signal that the conversation was over.

The words died in Serena's throat. A sense of panic set in. She finally understood. Eleanor didn't hate her brother, nor did she resent him. She had simply… let him go.

And that kind of release was more heart-wrenching than hatred.

"Okay…" Serena picked up her phone, crestfallen. "You're busy, Ellie. I won't disturb you."