No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 962

"It's my fault for holding you back," Gina sobbed, her heart aching. "If it weren't for this wretched illness, you wouldn't have to work so hard."

"Mom, don't say that. Everything is going to be alright," Ian continued to reassure her.

Gina was consumed by guilt and remorse, but she felt powerless. All she wanted was for her son to live a less burdened life.

But…

Ian stayed and chatted with his mother until her emotions stabilized, then he rose to leave.

Eleanor had just stepped out of the lab and was in her office reviewing some data when a nurse knocked on her door. "Dr. Sutton, you have a visitor."

Eleanor looked up to see a woman with a handbag walk in. It was Vanessa.

Eleanor wasn't surprised. It was as if she had been expecting her.

"Can I help you?" Eleanor asked, her gaze level.

"Let's talk," Vanessa said, crossing her arms with her usual air of elegant confidence.

"About what?" Eleanor's tone was cold.

Vanessa sat down on the sofa and smiled. "You know what I want to talk about."

"Isn't what Ian has given you enough? Are you still not satisfied?" Eleanor asked mockingly.

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