I Was His Wife, Then His Widow, Then No One's But My Own novel Chapter 290

Once the call connected, she muttered a few rapid instructions in a hushed whisper. After hanging up, she stood frozen, staring at her reflection in the mirror for a long time.

At exactly two in the morning, Finnegan stirred awake. Rolling over, he noticed Seraphina's side of the bed was empty. Assuming she had just gone to the bathroom, he didn't give it much thought.

But sleep entirely evaded him. He sat up, staring blankly into the dark room for a few moments before grabbing his phone and stepping out onto the balcony to call his trusted assistant.

"Fabricate evidence proving I'm still alive. Get it done immediately and send it straight to my inbox."

Standing perfectly still behind the bedroom curtains, Seraphina shuddered violently.

She had heard every word. He really was planning to reclaim his identity. He absolutely wanted to get back together with Nora.

She gripped the heavy fabric of the curtain until her knuckles turned white, pure, unfiltered hatred bleeding into her eyes.

She would never, under any circumstances, allow that to happen. Nora could not be allowed to live another day.

Early the next morning, Nora was violently jolted awake by her ringing phone.

She scrambled for it, Felix Ford's name flashing brightly on the screen.

She answered, and Felix's voice exploded through the speaker, brimming with undisguised ecstasy. "Nora! Annabel's indicators have completely stabilized! The data is absolutely normal. It means her body is finally accepting the medication!"

Nora shot up in bed, instantly throwing on her clothes while demanding the specific values.

Felix flipped frantically through the lab reports on his end, reading off the numbers one by one. Every single metric was perfectly aligned with their wildly optimistic projections.

Nora hung up and practically sprinted out the door. By the time she burst into the institute, Felix was already pacing excitedly outside the lab.

And even then, Nora only allowed her to sit in the corner as an observer, utterly refusing to let her touch any actual work.

A bitter, suffocating jealousy clawed at Seraphina's chest. She let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "Popping champagne too early is never a good look, Director Newman. These are just short-term results. Can you guarantee the data will stay this flawless in the long run?"

Felix scowled. "There is absolutely no need to throw cold water on this, Seraphina. Even this minor success is a massive leap forward in the timeline. Of course everyone is thrilled. Don't sit there spitting poison just because you aren't actually contributing to the work!"

Seraphina smirked, leaning lazily back in her chair and shrugging carelessly.

"So I'm the villain again? I was merely suggesting we hold off on the celebration."

Nora shot her an icy, dead-eyed glare. "Do you have any idea that even this tiny leap forward is more than enough to go down in medical history?"