No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 945

Eleanor glanced up at him. "If it's about work, go ahead. If it's personal, I'm busy."

Her words stopped him cold. He stared at the woman sitting at the desk, who hadn't even bothered to look at him properly. It was clear she had no interest in anything he had to say.

"Ten years ago," he began anyway, "I signed an agreement with her. I provided her with resources and funding, and in return, she would serve as a designated donor for my family—"

Eleanor's typing stopped. "Right now," she cut him off, "I only care about the experimental data and the safety of the new reagent. If you don't have work to discuss, please don't waste my time." She turned her focus back to the screen and added, "A failed marriage is nothing compared to my future. My work is what matters."

Ian stood frozen for a moment before turning and leaving without another word.

The second the door clicked shut, he stumbled, bracing himself against the wall. His tall frame bent slightly as he reached up and clutched at his chest, his breathing suddenly ragged.

Just then, a nurse carrying a file folder rounded the corner. She gasped when she saw Ian leaning against the wall, his face etched with pain. "Mr. Goodwin!" she exclaimed, rushing over. "Are you all right? Should I call a doctor?"

At the sound of her voice, Ian straightened up instantly. Any trace of vulnerability vanished, his expression returning to its usual deep calm.

"I'm fine," he said, his voice low and steady, as if he were a different person entirely.

The nurse stared, confused. Had she imagined it? She glanced again at his retreating back—strong, composed, and impossibly charismatic, just as always.

Just then, Eleanor opened her door and saw the nurse staring down the hall. "Can I help you?" she asked.

The nurse snapped back to reality and smiled. "Oh, no. I was just passing by."

Eleanor had just received a call from Dr. Smith. The fresh blood samples from Vanessa needed to be run through several more in-vitro tests to ensure their stability.

Serena woke up around eleven. As she opened her eyes, the only discomfort she felt was the soreness from lying in one position for so long.

"Okay, I'll have someone start right away," Laverne said, immediately calling for help.

Vanessa then picked up her phone and dialed Henry's number.

"Hello? Vanessa," Henry answered, his voice as warm and enthusiastic as ever.

"Henry, I need to see you," Vanessa said, her voice laced with a sorrowful, choked-up quality.

"What's wrong? Did something happen? Where are you?"

"I'm at home. Can you… can you come keep me company?" she pleaded softly.