No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 942

As the first rays of morning light streamed in, Eleanor rubbed her sore eyes and confirmed Serena's latest data one last time. Everything was stable.

Dr. Smith urged her to get some rest, so Eleanor nodded and went to the small lounge prepared for her. She lay down on the sofa and was asleep almost instantly.

Around eight o'clock, Dr. Smith called Ian to report their progress.

"I'll be there at nine. How's Eleanor?" Ian asked, his voice low.

"She's asleep in the lounge," Dr. Smith said.

"Thank you both for your hard work."

"Of course," Dr. Smith replied, his voice buzzing with excitement. "We've waited a long time for this moment. By the way, when will Miss Shannon arrive?"

"Before nine."

"Excellent! We may need quite a bit from her this time."

"She'll be prepared," Ian said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

At ten minutes to nine, a black town car pulled up to the entrance. As Vanessa's agent, Laverne, started to get out with her, Vanessa stopped her. "You can go back."

Laverne paused. "You don't need me to come with you?"

"No, Ian's here. He'll be with me," Vanessa said as she grabbed her handbag and stepped out of the car.

The nurse approached, and as the needle pierced Vanessa's skin, she gasped. The pain seemed to trigger a kind of muscle memory, making it feel excruciating.

At that moment, the door opened and Ian walked in. When Vanessa saw him, she tried to mask the pain on her face, forcing a look of brave endurance so she wouldn't appear distorted and ugly.

Ian gave Dr. Smith a brief nod and stood off to the side. When Vanessa looked at him, tears welled in her eyes, making her look pitiable enough to break anyone's heart. But Ian's gaze was fixed only on the nurse's movements as one vial after another was filled with fresh blood.

After the first set was drawn, the nurse prepared for a second.

Vanessa's face went white. "No—stop, I'm scared. I don't want to do this anymore." She suddenly recoiled, and the nurse said urgently, "Miss Shannon, you can't move! Please, calm down."

"Let go of me! It hurts! I don't want to do this anymore—" Vanessa struggled, about to rip the needle from her arm.