No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 884

Ian stared at the message for a few seconds, a slight frown creasing his brow, before typing a single word in reply: "Okay."

He put his phone away, his gaze softening as it fell on his daughter's carefree smile. He couldn't help but smile back, reaching out to ruffle her hair. "After this, Daddy will take you to the mall to buy some school supplies."

"Okay!" Evelyn nodded happily.

"Evelyn, Mommy has work this afternoon. Why don't you go with Daddy?" Eleanor suggested.

"Okay, Mommy," Evelyn agreed.

After paying the bill, Ian said to Eleanor, "I'll drop you off at home first."

"There's no need. I'll get a taxi," she replied flatly.

"I'm taking Evelyn to the mall near your place. It's on the way," Ian insisted.

"Mommy, just let Daddy drive you! I want to ride in the car with you," Evelyn said, tugging on Eleanor's arm.

Eleanor's resolve softened. "Alright, fine."

In the car, Ian chatted with his daughter about school. When she grew quiet, content to play with her new toys, he glanced at Eleanor in the rearview mirror. "Xavier has run into some trouble abroad," he mentioned, his tone casual.

Eleanor, who had been gazing out the window, was pulled back to the present. She met his eyes in the mirror, her expression questioning.

The implication was clear: he could help Xavier, but whether he would depended on her.

Her cool eyes met his for a few seconds before she started to speak. "If you could—" She stopped herself, swallowing the rest of the sentence. She knew what Ian wanted. He wanted her to beg him, to create an opportunity for a transaction, or to put her in his debt. But Ian and Xavier were childhood friends. Whether he helped or not should depend on their relationship, not her.

A low chuckle escaped Ian's lips, breaking the heavy silence in the car. "Relax," he said, his tone unreadable. "Xavier is my brother. I'd help him even if you didn't ask."

Eleanor bit her lip.

"I'm not going to stand by and do nothing," he continued. "I've already sent people to smooth things over on my end. I might also need to trouble the Secretary of State's office to leverage diplomatic channels to help mediate."

Eleanor was stunned. He was mobilizing that many resources to help Xavier? Even getting the Secretary of State involved?