No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1007

"Okay, I'll go get Evelyn," Eleanor said.

Eleanor went to the twenty-seventh floor and rang the doorbell. Gavin smiled when he saw her. "Miss Sutton, you're here. Perfect timing, I was just about to leave. Could you please look after Mr. Goodwin for me?"

Eleanor was taken aback. "How is he?"

"Mr. Goodwin's fever is low-grade now, but Dr. Lyman is worried it might spike again tonight," Gavin said with concern.

"I see," Eleanor nodded.

Gavin's face lit up with relief. "Then I'll leave him in your care, Miss Sutton. I have to go."

He looked as if a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders as he quickly let himself out.

Ian wasn't in the living room. Eleanor heard sounds coming from the playroom and found Ian sitting on the floor, building blocks with their daughter. Princess was lying on the sofa nearby, her large head resting affectionately on Ian's lap as he stroked her fur, her eyes closed in contentment.

The scene of the father, daughter, and dog was rather heartwarming, though Eleanor found it irritating.

"Evelyn, it's time to come home for dinner."

"But Mommy, I'm not hungry yet," Evelyn protested, wanting to keep playing.

"You can come back down after you eat," Eleanor coaxed.

"Okay," Evelyn pouted. Ian added his own encouragement, "After you eat, Daddy will play with you some more."

"Okay, I'll go eat then. Wait for me, Daddy!" Evelyn said, taking her mother's hand.

Eleanor took Evelyn upstairs for dinner. Afterward, Evelyn was eager to go back downstairs.

Eleanor felt a surge of frustration. Living one floor apart, she really couldn't stop her daughter from running to Ian's apartment. And for safety's sake, she had to escort her down herself.

When they returned to Ian's, Evelyn no longer wanted to play with toys; she wanted to watch cartoons. After Ian set up a show for her, Eleanor turned to him. "I have a few questions for you."

Ian looked at her, his gaze deep. "Let's go out to the balcony."

That notebook, filled with dense, frantic script, was proof of how tirelessly her father had worked in his final days.

Ian lowered his gaze. "I'm sorry. I should have paid more attention to your father's health. I shouldn't have let him overwork himself."

Eleanor closed her eyes, her hands clenching into fists on the table. She knew that no amount of hatred could change the past. But she couldn't understand why a purely commercial project would have been worth her father sacrificing his life for.

Ian's Adam's apple bobbed. A complex mix of emotions—struggle, guilt, and an unspeakable pain—flickered in his eyes.

"Eleanor, your father is gone. Bringing this up now is meaningless."

Tears welled in Eleanor's eyes. "Ian, after this experiment is over, you'd better stay far away from me. I don't want to see you ever again."

With that, Eleanor stood up and left.

Ian remained frozen on his seat, his heart seized by an invisible hand.