No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1026

The threat in his words made Vanessa tremble. What did Ian mean? Was he planning to bankrupt Yeaton Holdings sooner or later?

That realization made Vanessa sway on her feet. Looking at the man before her, she knew with chilling certainty that if he decided to do something, he would see it through.

"Ian, I was wrong. I shouldn't have said those things to provoke Eleanor. Please, don't touch my father's company, okay?" Vanessa lunged forward and grabbed Ian's sleeve, her face pleading.

Ian pulled his arm away, his eyes showing no hint of compassion, only a fleeting flicker of disgust.

His gaze drifted toward the hallway where Eleanor had disappeared. "Get rid of those cheap tricks of yours," he said coldly. "If you dare interfere in my business with Eleanor again, I guarantee Yeaton Holdings will completely disappear from Ashford City."

His words terrified Vanessa. "Ian, you can't do this to me," she said, her voice choked with sobs. "I know I was wrong. Please, for the sake of the ten years I've donated blood for your mother, let Yeaton Holdings go. Let my father go."

When Vanessa reached for his arm again, Ian deftly stepped aside, his entire demeanor radiating an unapproachable coldness.

"Leave," Ian said without another glance at her. He turned and walked away, his resolute back leaving Vanessa frozen in place.

She regretted provoking and trying to alienate Eleanor, but at the same time, she felt a sliver of satisfaction for having twisted the knife in Eleanor's heart one more time.

Vanessa wiped her tears and headed to the nearest restroom to compose herself.

She had just entered a stall with her purse when she heard two nurses come in, chatting.

"Did you notice earlier? Mr. Goodwin's hair seems to have more gray in it. Do you think he'll end up with a full head of silver hair?"

"It happened that night Dr. Sutton collapsed and was rushed to the emergency room. Mr. Goodwin's hair turned gray overnight."

"It seems Mr. Goodwin really does still love Dr. Sutton."

That was the best news she had heard all day.

She also realized something else: her value as the sole global donor was diminishing. Had Eleanor made another research breakthrough? She’d had a bad feeling ever since that night she deliberately got drunk and Ian hung up on her.

Now, Ian's attitude toward her made it clearer than ever. He really didn't need her anymore.

As for why he hadn't terminated the contract, it was because even if she wasn't the only donor, she might still have some other value in the future. No, she had to find a reason to terminate it.

She no longer wanted to be his donor, and she certainly didn't want to be constrained by this contract. She had to find a way to meet the conditions for termination.

Sunlight streamed into the clear, bright office, falling on Eleanor's bare face. She looked fresh and alert, her features distinct in the spring light.