No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1240

A short while later, Ian's phone rang. He stepped outside to answer it. Eleanor glanced at him as he returned. He looked at her, his expression calm. "It was nothing important."

The implication was clear: nothing was more important than staying with her while she got her IV.

Eleanor's mind felt foggy. She had been overworking her brain recently, and the fever made her feel dizzy and disconnected. At least she had made it through the meeting, which would allow Principal Maxwell and his team to better plan the next steps of the treatment.

Half an hour later, the nurse came to remove the IV. Eleanor pressed a cotton ball to the back of her hand. Perhaps from sitting for so long, she felt a wave of dizziness as she stood up. She instinctively closed her eyes, and Ian was there in an instant, his hand steadying her arm.

"Can you walk?" he asked in a low voice.

Eleanor nodded and pulled her arm away. Ian watched her walk ahead, her steps clearly a little unsteady. His tall frame followed close behind, his eyes never leaving her.

Ian drove Eleanor home. Since Joslyn had the day off and Evelyn was away, he was reluctant to leave her alone.

"I'll come in and stay with you until Joslyn gets back," Ian said at the door.

"There's no need. I can take care of myself," Eleanor said, shaking her head. While she was grateful he had stayed with her at the hospital, she didn't want to trouble him further.

"Eleanor, don't be stubborn." Ian frowned, his tone firm and unyielding. "I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone in this state."

Eleanor met his gaze, her own unwavering. "I said, I'll be fine."

Ian looked at her pale but defiant face and was speechless for a few seconds. He suddenly took a step closer, his voice laced with frustration. "I promise, I'm just making sure you're safe. I won't try anything."

"Eleanor, we have a problem," Ryan's voice was urgent. "Something I need to report. Our latest simulations show that the current neural interface chips don't have enough processing power to handle the complex neural signals. They can't support the full load of the new algorithm." Ryan sighed. "In other words, our chips aren't powerful enough."

Eleanor's breath caught. She had worried about this, and now the problem was real.

"Ryan, what do you suggest?" she asked him.

"I recommend we procure the new 'Helios' series high-end chips just released by Andreessen & Co. They're the only ones that will meet the demands of the next phase. Otherwise, all our algorithm optimizations are just theoretical, and Mansfield's treatment plan will stall."

Eleanor felt her chest tighten. Andreessen & Co. was an industry giant, known for its technological monopoly and exorbitant prices. The Helios chip was their latest product, incredibly expensive, with a complicated procurement process and a typically long review period.

"Let's prepare the materials and submit a purchase request to Andreessen & Co. immediately," Eleanor said calmly.