No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1001

It seemed her only option was to wait for the doctor and Gavin to arrive before she could leave.

Eleanor Sutton stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, resigning herself to the wait. She took a moment to admire the brilliant blue sky and the lazy drift of white clouds outside.

Though Ian Goodwin's eyes were closed, waves of dizziness and a pounding headache from the high fever washed over him. Still, he could sense Eleanor's presence nearby and fought to keep his heavy eyelids from shutting completely.

"Ahem!" he let out a low cough.

Eleanor turned to see he had managed to sit up again. She walked over to the counter, poured a glass of warm water, and brought it to him.

Ian's face was pale, and the fever had left the corners of his deep-set eyes tinged with red, dulling their usual sharpness.

Taking the glass, Ian looked up at Eleanor and murmured, "Thank you."

"The doctor should be on his way," Eleanor said, her tone flat.

After speaking, she instinctively retreated to the window, turning her back to him again.

Ian drank the water silently, his gaze fixed on her slender silhouette outlined by the sunlight. A quiet stillness filled the air.

Just then, the doorbell finally rang.

Eleanor breathed a sigh of relief and hurried to answer it.

It was Dr. Lyman, accompanied by Gavin.

Eleanor stepped aside to let them in, then said to Gavin, "He's all yours now."

Remembering something, she turned back and added, "Joslyn is making some soup upstairs. She'll bring it down later."

"Of course," Gavin nodded quickly.

Ian watched the entryway, and upon hearing the door click shut, he closed his eyes and lay back down on the sofa, allowing Dr. Lyman to examine him and set up an IV drip.

"Mr. Goodwin, how are you feeling?" Smith asked with concern from the other end.

Ian frowned slightly. "Who told you I was sick?"

"Miss Sutton mentioned it briefly during our meeting earlier."

A flicker of warmth crossed Ian's eyes before his tone became serious again. "Doctor, I want to terminate the contract with Vanessa Shannon. Is now a good time?"

On the other end, Smith mulled it over for a few seconds. "We certainly don't need Miss Shannon's donations anymore, but we could keep her as a backup—"

A cold glint appeared in Ian's eyes, his voice low and resolute. "No. I want to end all dealings with her completely."

"I understand."Smith heard the resolve in Ian's voice and stopped trying to persuade him. "Since you've made your decision, Mr. Goodwin, I'll prepare the legal documents for the termination agreement as soon as possible. Should we notify Miss Shannon?"

"I'll speak with her myself."