No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 509

Eleanor’s work at Kingston had been going exceptionally well. The team from the Military Medical University was impressive—sharp, efficient, and highly professional. Their test subjects had responded steadily, and the medication’s effects were measured with precision she rarely saw elsewhere.

In the blink of an eye, five days had passed. Thanksgiving was almost here, and the festive air around the hospital seemed to thicken by the hour. That afternoon, Leah stopped by Eleanor’s office and handed her a box of pastries from the hospital’s kitchen. “Eleanor, looks like you’ll be spending Thanksgiving here at the hospital this year. Sorry for the trouble.”

Eleanor just laughed it off, her smile easy and bright. “No trouble at all. It’s part of the job.”

As Eleanor worked on her report later that evening, her phone chimed with a new message. She glanced at the screen—it was from Xavier.

“I made a reservation for Thanksgiving dinner. Want to join me? The kids can keep each other company.”

Eleanor paused, touched by his thoughtfulness. She typed back, “Thank you, Xavier, that’s really kind. But I’m actually on assignment in Kingston right now. Evelyn’s over at Goodwin Manor.”

“You’re in Kingston? When did that happen?” Xavier’s surprise came through clearly, even over text.

“I’ve been here nearly a week,” Eleanor replied.

“Work transfer? I thought you were still in town! Well, in that case, let’s wait until you’re back.”

“Yeah, it’s a work assignment.”

“Oh, and by the way, my mom mentioned she had Hazel drop off some treats and soup for you the other day. Hope that didn’t catch you off guard!” Xavier added, as if he’d only just found out himself.

Eleanor smiled to herself, replying tactfully, “Please thank your mother for me. I really appreciate her thoughtfulness, but I wouldn’t want to trouble her again.”

She hoped the message was clear—she’d rather not impose on the Vaughn family.

Xavier, ever perceptive, picked up on her meaning right away. “Understood. I’ll let her know. Take care of yourself while you’re away, and happy Thanksgiving.”

“Happy Thanksgiving to you, too,” Eleanor wrote back, then added, “I should get back to work now!”

“Sure! I’ll let you go,” Xavier replied, and didn’t message again.

The next morning, the city had come alive. Everywhere you looked, homes were alight with the spirit of family and togetherness, laughter and anticipation drifting through the chilly air.

Eleanor spent the day moving from bed to bed with her team, checking in on each patient, asking about their reactions to the new meds. The hours flew by, and before she knew it, it was nearly five-thirty in the afternoon when Director Goodwin stopped by.

“Eleanor, it’s Thanksgiving. Go home and get some rest. I’ll cover the night shift—call me if anything comes up.”

“I actually don’t have any plans. Maybe you should go home to your family, Director Goodwin. I can stay—” Eleanor offered, genuine.

Director Goodwin’s expression softened. For a moment, she seemed tempted, but then she shook her head with a gentle smile. “It’s fine. Go on, take the evening off.”

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