No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1134

With the board approving the additional investment, Eleanor felt a sense of relief. After a conversation with Joel, she learned that the civilian side of the project was progressing smoothly, and Goodwin & Co.'s stock was performing well.

Just as she returned to the lab, her phone rang. The screen displayed Principal Maxwell's name.

"Principal Maxwell," Eleanor answered.

"Eleanor, I'll be at the lab at three this afternoon. There are some research details I'd like to discuss with you in person."

Something clicked in Eleanor's mind. For Principal Maxwell to make a special trip to Ashford City to see her only reinforced her suspicions.

"Principal Maxwell," she began, "can you tell me if there's someone who needs the Neural Interface Project for treatment?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end. "We'll talk in person."

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At three o'clock sharp, Principal Maxwell arrived at the lab. He looked even more serious than usual, and the dark circles under his eyes suggested he hadn't been sleeping well. This only confirmed her theory—there was indeed a patient with a special status awaiting treatment.

"Eleanor, let's get straight to the point. I have a flight to catch soon," Principal Maxwell said, opening the laptop he had brought with him. "These are the latest brain scan data."

Eleanor stared at the complex series of brain images on the screen and frowned. "What caused this pattern of damage in the patient?"

"It was caused by an explosion's shockwave," Principal Maxwell stated.

Eleanor froze, her mind going blank for a moment.

Principal Maxwell's expression grew solemn. "Eleanor, I need you to pour all your energy into this neural interface research. This technology will affect the fates of many people in the future." He then shifted his tone. "In many border conflicts, soldiers have suffered similar brain injuries. If this technology can achieve a breakthrough, it could save countless young lives."

Eleanor knew she would need his cooperation and help during this period. She was comfortable entrusting their daughter's care to him. In the past, she'd worried about Vanessa Shannon's influence, but with Vanessa out of the picture, that concern was gone.

Later, Gwenda poked her head in. "Eleanor, someone sent food. Come and eat!"

"Who ordered it?" Eleanor asked, curious.

"I'm not sure, but the packaging is clearly from a five-star hotel. Could it be Mr. Goodwin?" Gwenda asked with a smile.

The only person who knew she was working late here was Ian. Eleanor gave a noncommittal nod. "Alright, I'm coming."

The meal was lavish, a real treat for everyone working overtime.

After eating, Eleanor and Callie returned to the lab to analyze recent data from their experiments on monkeys. Before she knew it, she glanced at her watch and was startled to see it was already nine o'clock.