No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1163

Eleanor stopped in her tracks.

She had seen this girl before. Though it was only once, the impression she'd made was profound—it was the pilot named Sophia. The last time they met, at the hospital, Sophia had been striking and full of life, brimming with energy. How had she ended up in a wheelchair?

Principal Maxwell finished his call and walked over. Following Eleanor's gaze, he sighed softly. "That's the granddaughter of an old friend of mine. She was a very promising pilot. Ah, what a shame."

Eleanor couldn't help but ask, "Principal Maxwell, was she in a flight accident?"

Maxwell looked toward Sophia, his tone heavy. "Yes. The accident left her with no use of her legs." He then turned to Eleanor, his eyes filled with hope. "However, if your Neural Interface Project is successful, it's highly likely it could fully treat her injury."

Eleanor's breath caught. She looked again at the girl in the wheelchair, who was now looking up and chatting with the nurse. Her eyes were still clear and bright, as if she refused to bow to her fate.

Eleanor sighed inwardly. If her research could truly give Sophia back two healthy legs, she would certainly be willing to work tirelessly for it.

Principal Maxwell then said to her, "Eleanor, I was hoping to have you stay for dinner, but I'll treat you next time I'm in Ashford City!"

Soon after, Eleanor and Ryan were in a car heading to the airport, where they boarded the earliest flight back to Ashford City.

They landed at Ashford City airport at eight-thirty in the evening. At the arrivals gate, Gavin Young was waving. "Miss Sutton, Dr. Lyman."

Ellington also approached. "Ms. Sutton, I didn't expect to see Gavin here."

"Ellington, could you please give Dr. Lyman a ride? I'll be driving Miss Sutton," Gavin said with a smile.

Eleanor nodded. Ellington gestured to Ryan. "Dr. Lyman, this way, please."

"Was the meeting successful?" Ian's gaze fell on her weary face.

"It went very well," Eleanor replied. Joslyn thoughtfully brought her a glass of water. Eleanor took it and removed her jacket, revealing a simple, sharp white blouse and trousers underneath.

Despite the fatigue from the long flight and the meeting, her unique presence was undiminished.

The fitted silk blouse accentuated her slender waist, and the trousers made her legs look long and straight. With no extra adornments, she exuded a unique and captivating academic aura.

Ian's eyes lingered on her for a few extra seconds. During their marriage, he had seen her in all her moods—playful, gentle, stubborn. But after the divorce, he was seeing a confident and composed Eleanor.

He sensed a kindred spirit.