No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1003

Eleanor's words were entirely objective and rational, devoid of any personal emotion.

Ian knew she was right from a medical standpoint.

"I understand what you're saying," Ian said hoarsely, but then his voice grew firm and low. "But I don't need it."

The finality in his tone was unmistakable.

Eleanor's calm voice suddenly took on a note of frustration. "Ian, relying on you as the sole donor is a huge risk. Besides, you've only given blood a few times and you're already sick. Don't overestimate your own physical resilience."

The tension in Ian's brow suddenly eased, and a faint smile touched his lips.

So, her insistence on keeping Vanessa was also hiding a concern for his health.

"Are you worried about me?" Ian's voice softened, a hint of pleasure lacing his words.

On the other end, Eleanor's tone grew even colder. "An unstable donor is a potential risk. Evelyn might need you in the future."

Ian faltered for a moment, but quickly regained his composure. "Don't worry, I know my own body. Getting sick this time was an accident, and I'll be more careful from now on. As for the donor—"

He paused, his voice becoming resolute again, almost explanatory. "Eleanor, I know you're thinking about the Goodwin family from a professional standpoint, but some choices can't be made based on pros and cons alone."

Eleanor let out a cold laugh. "Aren't you the one who always loves to weigh the pros and cons?"

Ian's grip on the phone tightened. He fell silent for a few seconds, imagining the mocking expression on her face.

"I'm glad you see it that way," Eleanor said before hanging up.

Listening to the dial tone, Ian slowly lowered his arm, a flicker of disappointment in his deep eyes.

Later, Dr. Lyman returned. As the needle went in for another IV drip, Ian lay on the sofa without so much as a flinch. He even took his medicine without protest.

Sitting nearby, Gavin was surprised by his boss's compliance. In the past, Mr. Goodwin would always try to tough out any illness, but this time, it was as if he couldn't wait to get better.

Then again, with so much on his plate, he really couldn't afford to be down for long.

Just then, Gavin's phone rang. He glanced at the screen and said to Ian, "Mr. Goodwin, it's Miss Shannon."