No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 937

It must have been because Ian had donated his father's body. That had to be part of it, but the more significant reason was the obvious adoration for Ian that her father had seen in her eyes.

Eleanor took a deep breath, pulling her thoughts back to the present. She looked up and met his intense, searching gaze. She felt as if he could see right through her and instinctively put on a colder expression.

"What else? What else did my father tell you? And why was my mother's tissue sample given to you?"

"I traded my father's body for it," Ian answered directly.

Eleanor stared at him for a few seconds, then the pieces clicked into place. Ian had known her mother's sample was a match for his own mother and had used his father's body as a bargaining chip. It was a cold, calculated move, perfectly in line with his character. That explained why he held the rights to her mother's sample. And if he had paid such a steep price for it, she truly had no right to demand it back.

"Then why did you refuse when I asked to use it?" she asked, her eyes fixed on him.

"Why use your mother's sample when there's a living donor?" he countered.

She had no response to that. She smoothed her clothes and stood up. "Fine. I think we're done here." In the end, it all came down to another one of his ruthless transactions.

"Eleanor, don't you want to talk about anything else?" Ian asked, standing as well, his voice raspy.

She shot him a cool glance. "No."

His chest rose and fell with a controlled breath. He walked to the door and opened it for her, but he didn't pull it all the way, waiting for her to approach.

Back in her own home, Ian's words weighed heavily on her. Whatever his motives, he had helped her father and supported his research, and for that, she was grateful.

"Mommy, you and Daddy didn't fight, did you?" Evelyn asked, walking over with a doll in her arms.

Eleanor shook her head. "No, we didn't fight."

Joslyn, who was cleaning nearby, overheard and paused, a hopeful look in her eyes. She could see that Ian still loved Eleanor deeply; they just needed to learn how to communicate.

In her room, Eleanor showered, replaying Ian's words. She finally understood Gina's reaction when she had first confessed her feelings for Ian. Gina had known about the donation of her husband's body and had disliked her for it, trying to pay her off to settle the debt of her caring for Ian. It all made sense now. And her coldness toward Eleanor during the marriage was even more understandable.