No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1571

Eleanor stiffened, watching this man who usually stood so tall and seemed capable of anything. Right now, he looked as vulnerable as a child.

Her heart ached for him. Although she was grieving too, the cycle of life and death was the one thing no one could control. All she could do was offer him a shoulder to lean on.

Feeling the damp warmth of his tears soaking through the fabric on her shoulder, Eleanor reached out, gently rubbing his back to comfort him.

"My grandmother is slipping away," he whispered, his voice laced with devastating sorrow.

The suffocating weight of his grief washed over her, and silent tears tracked down her own cheeks.

The door opened, and Gina stepped out, her eyes red. "Come in, both of you."

They followed her into the hospital room, where Serena's heart-wrenching sobs filled the air.

Magdalen lay peacefully on the bed, looking as though she were simply asleep, save for the absolute stillness of her chest.

Eleanor's mind went blank. Tears spilled freely from her eyes as she watched Gina lead Ian and Serena to the bedside, collapsing by the mattress in despair while the doctors hurried in to make their final assessments.

Eleanor slowly sank to the floor beside Ian, her tears hitting the ground. She remembered how Magdalen had taken a grueling long-haul flight just to help care for her postpartum. Remembering the older woman's warm smile and gentle voice, a huge lump formed in Eleanor's throat. In her heart, Magdalen had been like her own grandmother.

Ian stayed by the bed, gently smoothing Magdalen's hair before pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. Standing up, he helped his mother and sister to their feet. When he reached Eleanor, he wrapped his arms around her for a brief, tight hug, helping her up as well.

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