No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1308

A flicker of annoyance crossed Vanessa's eyes. She cursed her own body for being so uncooperative. If she were pregnant right now, Walden wouldn't just be siccing his lawyers on Ian.

He would be doing everything in his power to deal with Ian and sever her contract with him.

"Walden, you're the best to me," Vanessa cooed. Right now, Walden was the only one who could help her escape Ian.

Walden was pleased by her display of dependence; it was a great boost to his ego. He held her tighter and vowed, "Don't worry, someone like Ian doesn't even register on my radar. You just focus on getting healthy and ready to continue the Wells family line."

Vanessa nestled into his embrace, a compliant smile on her face, but her eyes held a cold, calculating glint. She had to get pregnant as soon as possible. Only then would she secure an unshakable position and have a real say with Walden.

***

The next morning.

Ultimately, Vanessa didn't dare defy Ian's order. She arrived at Dr. Smith's office on the final day stipulated by her contract.

"Miss Shannon," Dr. Smith said as gently as possible, "I hope we won't have to bother Mr. Goodwin again next time. He's a very busy man."

Under the cold, white lights, Vanessa's face was pale and drawn. She watched her crimson blood flow through the tube into the collection bag, and she felt as though her own life was draining away with it.

A wave of unprecedented panic seized her heart.

Since signing that contract, she'd lost count of how many times she'd had her blood drawn. Each time, she was left feeling exhausted and dizzy for days before she recovered.

She wasn't in her early twenties anymore; she was twenty-eight. If this continued, would her body break down? Would her life be shortened by a decade or more?

No, she couldn't let this go on. She had to find a way to break this damn contract for good.

She thought back to when she had signed it without a second thought. Half of it was for the money, but the other half was for Ian.

A child who shared Walden's blood—that was the key to securing her place in the Wells family.

Just then, her phone rang. She picked it up, her voice instantly turning sweet. "Hello, Walden."

"Vanessa, something's happened to Tammy. I have to go abroad."

Tammy was Walden Wells's son, who had always lived overseas. While there was little affection between them, he was still his flesh and blood, and Walden doted on him.

Vanessa's voice filled with concern. "What happened to him?"

"He—he was shot during a robbery overseas. He's in critical condition, and they're trying to save him at the hospital now," Walden's aging voice was filled with anxiety and panic.

Though he was often displeased with his undisciplined son, the matter of life and death was a devastating blow.