No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1298

Serena wished she could turn back time. If she could, she never would have done something so foolish.

"Let the past be the past," the matriarch advised. "If you genuinely feel you've wronged Ellie, then show her more respect and help her from now on. It's clear that Ellie isn't the type to hold a grudge."

"That's right," Gina agreed, having come to terms with it herself. "Serena and I both owe Eleanor a great debt. Ian is trying his best to make it up to her. The best we can do is support them and not cause any more trouble."

"So, my brother and Ellie have a chance to get back together?" Serena asked, clapping her hands in anticipation.

The matriarch shot her a look. "Getting back together isn't that simple. Your brother is hard to read, but at least he's finally heading in the right direction. If Ian wants to win Eleanor back, it will take more than just schemes and material things. He'll have to use his heart."

"But with his personality, has he really learned how to love someone?" Serena was skeptical.

If she were choosing a husband, she would never pick someone as secretive as her brother. Just trying to guess what he was thinking would be a constant headache.

She'd been intimidated by how smart her brother was her whole life. He could tell with a single glance if she had copied her math homework.

One day, she hoped to find a kind, easygoing husband, someone like Xavier Vaughn.

But Serena knew she couldn't get her hopes up. She wasn't worthy of a man as outstanding as Xavier.

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When Eleanor got home with her daughter, Evelyn looked back at her father. "Daddy, are you going back to your apartment downstairs?"

"Yes, I'll be downstairs," Ian confirmed with a gentle nod.

"Good night," Ian said in a low voice, a hollow ache tightening in his chest.

"Good night," Eleanor replied with a nod, closing the door.

Ian let out a quiet breath. He knew it wouldn't be easy to live under the same roof as Eleanor again unless there were special circumstances. But he had patience. At the very least, his daughter desperately wanted them to be a family again.

That was a good sign.

For now, there were no other suitors in Eleanor's life, which meant he could take on the role of caring for her and their daughter.

The exact nature of that role didn't matter. What mattered was that Eleanor and Evelyn needed him. Even if Eleanor's need wasn't emotional, being needed by her was enough.