No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1078

Eleanor suddenly grabbed the front of his shirt, her voice urgent and pleading. "Ian, save him! Please, save him! I'm begging you, take him to the hospital."

"Eleanor, I'm fine," Mansfield said, trying to reassure her. He could see how terrified she was.

Ian turned to his men and gave a sharp command. "First aid kit."

A bodyguard was at his side in an instant with a medical kit, starting emergency treatment. Mansfield remained compliant during the bandaging. All focus was on stopping the blood flow.

Ian's gaze fell on Eleanor's face, then swept over her body, silently checking for injuries. Finally, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you hurt?"

Eleanor shook her head, her eyes fixed on Mansfield, her expression a clear reflection of her worry and heartache.

Mansfield's gaze was also on Eleanor. Their eyes met and held.

"Your wound—" Eleanor began softly, her voice trembling.

"It's just a flesh wound," Mansfield said with a slight smile, his eyes meeting Ian's in the air above her.

In that moment, an unspoken understanding seemed to pass between the two men. Some battles, once lost, are lost for good.

"Lanny, take Major General Ellington and Miss Sutton to the nearest hospital," Ian ordered as soon as Mansfield was bandaged.

Eleanor tried to stand, but she wobbled. Ian immediately reached out to steady her. He noticed she had twisted her leg. "I'll get you to the car," he said in a low voice.

The next second, he swept her up into his arms. Mansfield turned to look, and their eyes met again. It was as if, on the matter of protecting Eleanor, they had reached a silent agreement.

Eleanor was placed in Lanny's car, and Mansfield got in from the other side.

The moment the door shut, Ian felt as if a piece of his heart had been brutally torn out. He stood frozen, watching the car carrying Eleanor and Mansfield drive away until its taillights completely vanished into the night.

He slowly turned around, the night wind messing up his hair. The last trace of warmth in his eyes had faded, leaving only a terrifying crimson hue, with the glint of what might have been a tear.

"Bring him here," he said, his voice as cold as ice.

The kidnapper leader was dragged roughly before him. Before the man could even beg for mercy, Ian's foot slammed into his chest. The crisp sound of breaking ribs was unnervingly clear in the silent night.

Eleanor was pleading with him for another man.

Ian stared at the message for a long time before finally replying, "Just focus on taking care of him."

He knew that if Mansfield hadn't arrived first, Eleanor would have suffered a horrific fate. Mansfield deserved her care.

Ian tossed his phone aside, his brow furrowed in a pained expression, as if a headache was attacking him.

The streetlights whizzed past, casting flickering shadows across his face.

At Eleanor's home, Evelyn was eagerly awaiting her mother's return, but it was her father who arrived. "Daddy, where's Mommy?" she asked curiously.

"Mommy has something very important to do tonight, so Daddy will stay with you," Ian said, ruffling his daughter's hair and giving her a kiss.

Evelyn nodded. Joslyn came out and said, "Mr. Goodwin, I've made dinner. Why don't you eat with Evelyn?"