No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 886

Eleanor stepped aside. "Come in," she said, her voice flat.

Ian's eyes narrowed in a slight smile as he changed into house slippers and entered the living room. Immediately, a large dog bounded toward him. Ian laughed and knelt to scratch its head, oblivious as dog hair clung to his expensive, handmade suit. Princess circled him excitedly, nuzzling her head against his hand as if welcoming home the master who had been gone for far too long. But she couldn't understand that this home no longer had a master.

Eleanor returned with a disposable cup of water and handed it to him. Ian took it without a second thought and drank it down. When he was finished, he held the empty cup out to her. "Could I have another?"

She took the cup and refilled it. As she walked back, she saw his phone light up. He glanced at the screen, silenced the call, and took the water from her. "I have to go," he said after finishing it.

"Okay," she replied simply.

As Ian changed his shoes at the door, Princess darted out the moment he opened it, as if ready to run away with him.

"Princess, get back here!" Eleanor called out, annoyed.

The dog immediately bounded back inside, a clear sign of who held the authority in the house.

Standing in the doorway, Ian was momentarily amused. A low chuckle rumbled in his throat. "Don't cause trouble," he said to the pouting dog. Princess blinked her big eyes and let out a soft whine.

Ian closed the door and left.

Eleanor rubbed her temples and headed toward her daughter's room.

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By the time Ian arrived at the lab, Vanessa was already there, sitting amidst the cold, sterile equipment. Dressed in a cream-colored sweater and without any makeup, she looked pale and frail. The moment she saw him, she rushed toward him as if he were a lifeline.

"So glad to have someone here with me. Suddenly, I'm not so scared anymore."

Fifteen minutes after that, a message from Joy Thatcher popped up on Eleanor's phone. "Ellie, is Vanessa pregnant?"

Eleanor opened the photo. She zoomed in on the equipment behind Vanessa and recognized Dr. Smith's lab. It seemed Vanessa was cooperating. She also recognized the arm in the photo as Ian's.

"No, it's a blood draw for a physical exam. For something else," Eleanor replied to her gossipy friend.

"You scared me! I'm so sick of blood draws from my own pregnancy, I thought she was getting her early screening done," Joy wrote back.

Eleanor looked at Vanessa's post again. She's twisting the truth with that photo. Definitely trying to make someone look at her in a certain way.