No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1122

Ian only tilted his head slightly, but his chilling gaze swept over her in the dim light, his brow furrowed with annoyance at being disturbed.

"What is it?"

Vanessa's voice was tinged with self-mockery. "I stood by you for ten years, gave your mother blood for ten years, and in the end, you won't even give me a proper look? I just want to know, what makes her so much better than me?"

Ian finally turned to face her, his gaze like a blade forged from cold iron. "You're not worthy of being compared to her."

Vanessa let out a pained, cold laugh. "How cruel! But I don't care for your love anymore. Without you, Ian, there are still people who will love and cherish me. I'll live a wonderful life."

Ian didn't bother to respond, treating her words as if they were air.

Vanessa smiled sadly. "Aren't you curious why I'm with Walden Wells?"

"That's your choice. It has nothing to do with me," Ian said, his voice devoid of emotion.

Vanessa stared, her eyes searching his profile, desperate for a sign of worry or ire. She met only with a profound, chilling stillness. His gaze, beneath those thick lashes, held the flat calm of a windless pond.

Vanessa took a deep breath and, through gritted teeth, said word by word, "Ian, one day, you will pay the price for your attitude today."

Ian indifferently averted his gaze, then turned his head back to her. "Are you done?"

Vanessa froze for a few seconds, then his completely indifferent attitude thoroughly enraged her. She clutched her gown and took a step forward. "Ian, do you even have a heart? Ten years! Even raising a dog for that long would create some affection, and I'm a person! How can you be like this—"

From her angle, Vanessa saw a figure in white approaching the terrace—it was Eleanor.

A calculating glint flashed in her eyes. Just as Eleanor was about to step onto the terrace, she quickly reached out to wrap her arms around Ian's waist.

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