No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1008

Back in her apartment, Eleanor went into her study, and the tears she had been holding back finally streamed down her face. She cried for her father.

The thought of that man, who had dedicated his entire life to scientific research, being reduced to a business venture in someone else's eyes during his final days was unbearable.

A few minutes later, she wiped her tears, her expression hardening with resolve.

Perhaps dwelling on the past was pointless now, but she couldn't afford to be weak. In the future, she would never again allow anyone to harm the people she cared about, in any way.

At nine, Joslyn went downstairs to get Evelyn, who came up obediently.

Before bed, Evelyn said unhappily, "Daddy said he has to go away for a few days. He won't be living downstairs anymore."

"He's probably sick and needs to see a doctor. Mommy will be here with you," Eleanor comforted her.

"Mommy, Daddy is all alone. It's so sad. He's sick and has no one to take care of him," Evelyn said suddenly.

Eleanor's breath caught in her throat.

She quickly changed the subject, and Evelyn started talking about the family sports day.

"Mommy, Daddy promised he would come."

"He's not feeling well. How about just Mommy goes with you?" Eleanor suggested, subconsciously trying to distance her daughter from Ian.

The raw emotions from the evening's conversation were still fresh. She desperately wanted to make a clean break from this man, once and for all.

As they talked, the little girl in her arms drifted off to sleep. Eleanor lay there, her thoughts drifting to the sick man downstairs. Gavin's words echoed in her mind—he might have another high fever tonight. She turned over, determined to ignore it.

But as she closed her eyes, her mind raced. If something happened to Ian, her daughter's future would be less secure, as he was her only viable donor. While it was uncertain if her daughter would ever develop the condition, Eleanor couldn't take that risk.

Reason told her to be ruthless. This man had callously treated her father's life's work as a business project; he didn't deserve an ounce of her sympathy.

Finally, her hand tightened around the water glass, a decision made.

She said to Joslyn, "I'm going downstairs for a bit. Keep an eye on Evelyn."

"Of course, ma'am. You go ahead," Joslyn said with a gentle smile.

After Eleanor left, Joslyn sighed softly to herself. In the end, her mistress couldn't help but worry about Mr. Goodwin.

After all, she had loved him so much. If Mr. Goodwin hadn't made such a fundamental mistake, they could have been a very happy family.

Eleanor stood at Ian's door, hesitating for a few seconds before ringing the bell.

After waiting a while with no answer, a knot of anxiety tightened in her stomach. What if he had passed out from the fever?

She immediately dialed Gavin's number and asked for the door code. Gavin gave it to her without hesitation—it was her daughter's birthday.