No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1462

Eleanor stood there, her feelings a little more complicated. She knew he meant well, but—

"Eleanor, I brought some fruit for Joel. Is he awake?" Gwenda's voice cut in.

"He's awake. Go on in," Eleanor said with a nod.

Back in the hospital room, Joel was sitting up against the headboard. Seeing them enter, he asked Eleanor, "Did Mr. Goodwin leave?"

"He had something to take care of at his company," Eleanor replied casually, her tone shifting to concern. "Does your wound still hurt?"

"The anesthesia is still working, so no," Joel said, shaking his head.

Gwenda was furious. "Faye went too far this time. Does this count as attempted murder? If it wasn't for Joel, Eleanor would have—"

Gwenda stopped abruptly as she saw Joel looking at her.

Joel's gaze turned cold as well. "Faye's actions were premeditated."

The usually gentle man was filled with nothing but anger at the mention of Faye.

Gwenda pulled up a chair and sat down, her tone indignant. "I heard she was fired this morning. Is she blaming Eleanor for that? Does she really think Eleanor got her fired?"

Her words made Joel and Eleanor exchange a look. In that instant, they both understood the motive behind Faye's crazed attack.

She was retaliating against Eleanor.

Joel suddenly sighed with self-reproach. "When Faye came looking for me, if I had handled it better, maybe today wouldn't have happened."

Eleanor comforted him softly, "Joel, this isn't your fault. My issues with Faye go back three years. She's seen me as an enemy for a long time."

"Eleanor, I'll come back later to take over."

"Don't worry about it. I'll stay the night," Eleanor told her.

Gwenda knew Joel would want Eleanor by his side more than anyone. She nodded. "Okay, I'll be back first thing in the morning."

After Gwenda left, the room fell silent. Eleanor sat in the chair by the bed, watching Joel sleep, and her own thoughts began to settle.

So much had happened in one day: Faye's frenzied attack, Joel's selfless protection, and Ian's meticulous arrangements.

No matter what, helping Joel recover was the most important thing. He was like a brother to her, a dear friend. After his selfless act, on top of their years of friendship and his help with her career, she felt she had to see him through to a full recovery.

As the sky outside darkened, Eleanor rubbed her neck. Suddenly, her eyes fell on the empty glass on the table.