No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1443

“He only ever discussed the research with me. I never asked for more details. After all, with your father’s influence at the time, it would have been easy for him to attract investment,” York explained, then added, “When your father agreed to let you drop out of school to marry Ian, he was likely thinking that—in the worst-case scenario—if something did happen to you, Ian, out of his affection as your husband, would continue his research to save you. Of course, that might not sound very pleasant, but as parents, we always want to pave the best possible path for our children’s futures.”

Listening to him, Eleanor’s eyes welled up again. She could imagine her father’s anxiety and painstaking efforts.

“You could say your father wanted to make sure you married into a family that would stand by you.” York said frankly.

Eleanor took a shallow breath. “I understand his intentions.”

“That’s why I was so surprised and worried when I heard you two had divorced. I even blamed Ian for it. It was only later that I learned you were the one who initiated the divorce.” York let out a sigh of relief. “But then you went and solved your father’s problem yourself, successfully developing a treatment to save yourself. It’s remarkable.”

Eleanor lowered her gaze. “Thank you for telling me all this. I understand everything now.”

“Good, as long as you understand.” York looked at her with a fond expression. “What’s important is the present and the future. I can see that Ian is very supportive of your research. Even after the divorce, he hasn’t forgotten his promise to your father and has invested heavily in this project. I admire him for that.”

Eleanor knew it too. Ian’s willingness to invest in this experiment regardless of the cost wasn’t for profit. It was to honor the promise he made to her father, and it was also to save her.

The realization left her reeling, her chest pulled tight with too many emotions to name.

Finally, she gave a wry smile. The debts between her and Ian were already a tangled mess, impossible to tally.

“I know. He—he has done a lot,” Eleanor said, looking up.

York then returned the conversation to her experiment, affirming several of her upcoming research directions.

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