No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 340

Eleanor had nothing to say to that—this was exactly why she could never bring herself to sever her daughter’s ties with Ian.

Ian had always played the role of father remarkably well.

“Hey! It’s been almost five months since Vanessa last visited, hasn’t it?” Joy remarked.

Eleanor did a quick mental calculation—Joy was right. Vanessa hadn’t been around lately, so it was impossible to tell if she was showing yet.

Watching her daughter, Eleanor felt a sharp sting in her chest. If Vanessa really was having a baby, would Ian still manage to be the father he’d always been?

After the picnic, Evelyn insisted on riding back with Ian and kept chattering about having dinner at Goodwin Manor that evening. Clearly, Gina had told Ian to bring his daughter home for the night.

It had already been three weekends since Evelyn last visited there, so Eleanor agreed.

All four of them drove back into town separately, while Eleanor headed for the lab.

With her daughter away, it was the perfect chance to catch up on some work.

By the time Eleanor returned to the lab, night had already fallen.

On weekends, the lab was eerily quiet, the only sound the low hum of machines.

She powered up her computer, plugged in the USB drive Ian had given her, and began poring over the latest research from Dr. Smith’s lab.

Suddenly, a set of anomalous data caught her eye. It was closely related to the bottleneck she’d been facing in her own experiments, but the results showed something entirely different.

She immediately pulled up her own data, her fingers flying over the keyboard. The two sets of results appeared side by side on the screen, and she squinted, comparing them carefully.

A bold idea suddenly flashed through her mind. She leapt up, strode to the lab bench, and began mixing new reagents.

She muttered to herself, deeply focused.

Then, at last, the reaction she’d been waiting for appeared in the test tube.

Her heart racing, Eleanor rushed back to the computer to record her findings.

On the screen, the data curve showed a flawless upward trend. Her theory was finally validated.

Every nerve in her brain buzzed with excitement. This discovery wouldn’t just solve her current problem—it might mean a breakthrough for the entire field of cell sequencing.

She stayed in the lab all night, and by the time she finished documenting her results, dawn was already breaking outside.

As she stood up, a wave of dizziness hit her—her head felt heavy, her legs light, and she nearly fainted.

She collapsed onto a nearby chair to rest, but before she knew it, she’d fallen fast asleep.

Simone, who liked to come in early on weekends, noticed the lab lights were still on when she arrived. Curious, she walked over—and was stunned to find Eleanor asleep at her workbench. Had she been working through the entire night?

Simone sighed. Eleanor’s dedication was admirable, but this was going too far. After all, her life mattered too.

When Eleanor finally woke up, it was already half past eight. On her way to her office she saw Simone, who was also working overtime. She knocked and poked her head in.

“Professor Langley, you’re here early too.”

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