No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 797

Her husband was ridiculously handsome, their daughter absolutely adorable—and judging by their appearance, they looked every bit the picture of a well-to-do family.

Ian wasn’t exactly a celebrity; most people wouldn’t recognize him at first glance. Still, his striking looks and quiet confidence drew attention wherever he went.

Thanks to the staff’s special arrangements, Evelyn was given a chance for some close-up time with the dolphins. Guided by her dad, she reached out and touched one, her face lighting up with pure joy.

“Daddy, it kissed me!” Evelyn squealed, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

Off to the side, Gavin kept busy with his phone, recording every precious moment. He’d taken on the role of family photographer for the day.

For lunch, Ian took his daughter out to a nice café before bringing her back to the Vesper Joy Hotel.

A few seconds after ringing the doorbell, the door swung open to reveal Eleanor standing behind it.

“Mom!” Evelyn threw herself into her mother’s arms, beaming. “We had so much fun! I saw all kinds of sea creatures today!”

Eleanor smiled warmly. “Did you?”

“Daddy, do you want to come in and rest for a bit before you go?” Evelyn turned to ask.

Eleanor glanced up, meeting Ian’s eyes. Ian caught her meaning and replied gently, “Evelyn, I have some things to take care of, but next time I’ll stay longer, okay?”

“Okay!” Evelyn nodded, perfectly content. She was already thrilled that her dad had taken her to the aquarium.

Ian gave Eleanor a polite nod before turning to leave.

Out front, he opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat. Gavin, sitting behind the wheel, handed him his phone. “Mr. Goodwin, Miss Goodwin sent you a few messages. You might want to take a look.”

Ian took the phone and narrowed his eyes at the screen. Serena Goodwin had messaged him several times throughout the day:

“Big brother, where are you? Why haven’t you come to the hospital to see Vanessa yet?”

“Why aren’t you here?”

“What could possibly be more important than Vanessa?”

Vanessa nodded faintly. Her pale face had a delicate, almost ethereal beauty. She’d had her assistant wash her hair that morning, and now it fell softly over her shoulders. Even while sick, she looked heartbreakingly fragile.

When Ian arrived at the hospital, he found Henry sitting in the hallway, eyes closed, trying to catch some rest.

The sound of footsteps made Henry look up. Seeing Ian, he straightened, rubbing his temples. “Ian, you’re here.”

“You did well, Henry. Go home and get some rest,” Ian told him.

At that moment, the door to Vanessa’s room opened. Serena poked her head out, her tone tinged with frustration. “Big brother, what took you so long? Vanessa’s been waiting for you!”

Ian ignored his sister and walked straight into the room.

Serena trailed in after him, only for Ian to turn and fix her with a sharp look. “Out. I want to speak with her alone.”

Serena froze, surprised by his sternness. Was that really the way to treat someone who was sick?