No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 970

"Vanessa, that's all I needed to hear. My mother is counting on you," Serena said, her voice filled with gratitude.

"Serena, it makes me so happy that you understand. I was afraid you had started to believe Eleanor."

"Why would I believe her? Even if she tries to drive us apart, I won't let her succeed," Serena scoffed. Then she added, "But I need to see you. There are things I want you to tell me."

"Serena, you must be busy taking care of your mother—"

"My brother is taking care of her. I'm bored to tears here. The coffee shop across from the lab. I'll wait for you." Serena was insistent.

"Serena, it might not be convenient for me right now—"

"But I want to see you," Serena cut her off, dangling a piece of bait. "Vanessa, don't you want to know what's going on between my brother and Eleanor?"

"Alright. I'll come find you," Vanessa agreed instantly.

A cold gleam of hatred settled in Serena's eyes as she hung up. She would make sure Vanessa paid for all of it—every year of deception, every twisted manipulation.

She was sure there was one person in the lab who knew Vanessa best: Dr. Smith. He was the one who had dealt with her from the very beginning. Serena decided to pay him a visit.

Smith happened to have some free time, and he sat down with Serena in his office to talk about Vanessa.

"She's from the slums in Drexford?" Serena was shocked. She had always assumed Vanessa was from a wealthy immigrant family.

"As far as I know, she was born out of wedlock. Her mother gave birth to her in Drexford, and they lived in extreme poverty."

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