No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1058

Vanessa bit her lip, recalling the day Ian had discussed the shares with her.

He personally explained each point to her. It was like serving her poison, and she gladly took it all in as if it were something sweet.

He could have had his lawyers or assistants handle it, but the fact that he did it himself had meant the world to her.

Who would have thought it wasn't a spoonful of honey he was feeding her, but a cup of poisoned wine?

Thinking back now, she realized the contract must have been filled with trap clauses, ensuring Ian could take everything back at any moment and force her to keep complying.

Vanessa's face grew even paler. She suddenly thought of Eleanor. Eleanor was now working in Ian's research lab. Was this Eleanor's way of getting revenge on her?

Eleanor could demand her blood with any random excuse. That had to be it. It had to be Eleanor getting back at her for what happened all those years ago.

The next morning.

Vanessa arrived at the lab on time. Clutching her bag, she didn't go to the blood collection room but marched straight to Eleanor's office. Eleanor looked up at the sound of the door being forcefully pushed open to see Vanessa standing there, arms crossed, eyes full of malice.

Eleanor looked at her calmly. "Can I help you?"

"Eleanor, was it your idea to make me come in for regular blood donations?" Vanessa demanded coldly.

Eleanor frowned. "This is purely for experimental needs. There are no personal grudges involved."

"Don't give me that sanctimonious act. This is just your way of getting revenge on me, isn't it?" Vanessa sneered.

Eleanor stood up, facing her squarely. "Vanessa, don't waste your time with baseless speculation. I'm just in charge of the research. Please cooperate and go give your blood now. Don't waste my time."

"You—" Vanessa felt like she was about to explode with anger. "What right do you have to demand I give blood? What have you ever given me? You're not qualified to make demands of me."

Eleanor replied coolly, "I'm not demanding anything. I'm just asking for your cooperation with my work."

She wanted Eleanor to continue hating Ian, to keep them at odds with each other.

She believed that deep down, Eleanor was harboring feelings of resentment and bitterness. If she could just draw those emotions out, Eleanor could once again become a weapon in her hands, a knife to stab at Ian.

"What? You don't believe me? The amount of money he spent on me during your marriage was no less than what he spent on you—"

Eleanor let out a short, derisive laugh, cutting her off without mercy. "Ian spent a decade of your youth with the one thing he has in abundance—money. I really don't see what you have to be so proud of."

At first, Vanessa didn't register the words, but when she did, her face turned deathly pale. Eleanor's statement was like a sharp knife, piercing straight to the one truth she refused to confront.

"You—you don't know anything," Vanessa retorted fiercely. "At least he was willing to spend money on me—"

"Money?" Eleanor scoffed. "That's the one thing he has plenty of."