No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 368

After he finished speaking, he pushed open the door and left.

Eleanor saw that her daughter was sound asleep, so she slipped into the bathroom to wash her face. She told Joslyn they could put off making dinner for a while and curled up next to her daughter, dozing for a bit.

When she woke up, Eleanor found a message from Simone on her phone.

It turned out Ashford City was hosting an event to honor the Ten Most Outstanding Women of the Year, and Eleanor had been nominated—and selected.

A few minutes later, Simone called to congratulate her.

“The university asked me to pick a few candidates, so of course I put your name forward. I never imagined you’d actually win!” Simone sounded delighted.

“Thank you, Professor Langley, for recommending me.” Eleanor’s own joy was unmistakable.

“So, this Friday, you’ll need to go accept your award! After all, it’s a city-wide event.”

“Of course.” A smile crept across Eleanor’s face.

Simone forwarded her the official invitation: [Ashford City Annual Ten Outstanding Women Awards Ceremony].

“Mom, what are you smiling about?” Evelyn asked, rubbing her eyes as she woke.

Eleanor scooped her daughter up and kissed her on the cheek. “Mommy just won an award—one of the ‘Top Ten Women’ in the city. This Saturday, I’ll go accept it.”

“Wow! My mommy is amazing!” Evelyn clapped her little hands. “Will Daddy be there too?”

Eleanor’s smile faltered for a split second, but she replied gently, “This is a work award, honey. Daddy won’t be there.”

Evelyn nodded, satisfied with the answer and asked no more.

Just then, her phone buzzed with a new message from Xavier: “Congratulations—I just saw you on the news.”

Eleanor felt a warm glow in her heart. “Thank you,” she replied.

She spent Sunday with Evelyn, shuttling between home and the lab as usual. Soon enough, good news arrived from Jude Vaughn as well: the new lab would be completed by Saturday, with a ribbon-cutting scheduled for Monday, and Eleanor was invited to attend.

After Roland Yeaton withdrew from the project, the procurement for experimental equipment had been reassigned, and now everything was delivered perfectly.

Eleanor found herself surrounded by meetings and piles of experimental data every day at the research building. Yet, working in her element never felt exhausting—each near-breakthrough was a fresh surge of excitement.

Ian’s mandate was for the team to reach clinical trials within three months. Eleanor’s group was already deep into animal testing, and the data looked promising.

Even as Ian pushed the team hard, Eleanor and her colleagues raced against the clock, knowing their work could bring hope to countless patients.

That, more than anything, was what truly mattered to her.

Friday arrived before she knew it. The awards ceremony would take place at City Hall at three in the afternoon.

After parking, Eleanor saw a cluster of photographers and reporters gathered outside. A red carpet unfurled across the steps, flanked by fresh bouquets. She walked into the grand hall, where an observant staff member recognized her at once. “Miss Sutton, right? The award recipients’ seats are this way.”

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