No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1079

"Okay." Ian took his daughter's hand and led her to the dining table.

Just then, his phone buzzed with a message. "Mr. Goodwin, Miss Sutton has some superficial injuries and a sprained ankle. Major General Ellington has a penetrating wound to the shoulder and will need to be hospitalized for observation."

Ian sighed softly and replied, "Keep them safe."

In the hospital room, Eleanor sat by the bedside, looking at the thick bandages on Mansfield's shoulder. Tears welled up in her eyes again. "This is all my fault. If it weren't for saving me, you wouldn't be so badly hurt."

Mansfield raised his uninjured hand to wipe away her tears, his smile meant to be comforting. "This is nothing. I've had much worse injuries in the military."

Mansfield tried to lighten the mood. "Besides, getting to play the hero for a beautiful woman was worth the price."

His joke worked. Eleanor shot him a glare. "How can you be making jokes at a time like this—"

Seeing her smile, Mansfield's expression turned serious. "Eleanor, protecting you is something I do willingly. Seeing you safe is more important than anything else."

"But—" Eleanor was still terrified by what had happened.

"No buts." Mansfield took her hand. "You have no idea how glad I am that I made it in time."

Otherwise, he would never have forgiven himself.

Eleanor sighed and looked at his wound. "Does it hurt? Do you want some painkillers so you can sleep better tonight?"

"It really doesn't hurt, don't worry." After he spoke, Mansfield gently touched her cheek. "Does your face still hurt?"

Eleanor had put ice on it earlier, and the pain had subsided. She shook her head. "Not anymore."

"You should get some rest on the other bed," Mansfield told her. Eleanor shook her head again. "I'll stay with you."

He tried to persuade her a few more times, but when he saw she wouldn't budge, he let her be. He had lost a lot of blood, and soon, he drifted off to sleep.

In that moment, the hospital room was quiet and serene.

"Shh, don't cry, Evelyn. Didn't you say Daddy is handsome no matter what?"

Evelyn nodded in his embrace. After crying for a moment, she looked up at her father, and then, surprisingly, giggled. "My daddy is handsome no matter what."

As Ian took his daughter upstairs to get ready, Joslyn saw him and gasped, pointing at his hair. "Mr. Goodwin, your hair—"

"It's fine. Please help her get dressed and pack her school bag. I'll take her to school," Ian said calmly.

Joslyn took Evelyn's hand, her heart aching for him. What could have happened to Mr. Goodwin to make his hair turn white overnight?

Downstairs, Lanny was waiting for Ian and his daughter. The moment he saw his boss, he was visibly stunned, but he quickly regained his professional composure. "Mr. Goodwin, all the kidnappers have been taken into custody and are awaiting interrogation."

Ian nodded and carried his daughter to the car. At the school gate, Evelyn waved goodbye to her father. A classmate next to her asked, "Evelyn, is that your dad? Why is his hair white?"

"Because my daddy works too hard. He got tired and his hair turned white," Evelyn explained, not seeming to mind it at all.