No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1576

Catching Eleanor's reaction in her peripheral vision, Miranda let out a dramatic sigh. "Before my cousin-in-law passed away last time, I went to visit him. You know what his final wish was? He desperately wanted Ian to have a house full of kids. He said he wanted at least three boys, but at the very bare minimum, they needed one."

"Well, naturally. An empire this massive can't survive without a boy to carry on the name," the socialite chimed in smoothly.

"It's been ten years, and his dying wish still hasn't been fulfilled. And I heard from Gina that Magdalen's final wish on her deathbed was exactly the same. She just wanted the Goodwins to have more children, especially a grandson! If they can't produce a boy, then two generations of this family have gone to their graves with broken hearts."

Miranda's voice wasn't a shout, but it was perfectly pitched for Eleanor to catch every single word. The hands resting on Eleanor's lap tightened into loose fists.

She had heard Magdalen's dying wish with her own ears. She hadn't known Ian's father had died with the exact same regret.

"Oh, it's fine. Mr. Goodwin is still young. If he wants a boy, it's easy, right? He just needs to get to work," the socialite replied, thinking Miranda was being entirely too pessimistic. Given the Goodwin family's resources, having ten kids wouldn't be an issue, let alone three.

Miranda sighed again. "You don't understand. Gina is worried sick. I heard Ian just has no interest in having more kids. It's been three years since his divorce, and he hasn't even looked at another woman."

"Men only wise up when they get older. He might seem fine now, but one day he'll wake up, realize the clock is ticking, and quickly find some fertile young girl to start having babies with," the socialite stated matter-of-factly.

Miranda glanced over and saw Eleanor was still listening. She sneered internally. With an ex-wife like Eleanor blocking the path, what other woman could even get close to Ian?

Feigning sudden realization, Miranda turned her head and gasped in mock surprise. "Oh! Aren't you Ian's ex-wife?"

Eleanor slowly lifted her head, her gaze calm and steady as it met Miranda's. "Yes. I am."

Miranda put on an overly sympathetic face. "I heard you and Ian were thinking about getting back together. Oh, please don't take what I just said to heart! I was just gossiping. Having kids is all about timing and luck, anyway. Maybe you and Ian will manage to—"

"Thank you for your concern," Eleanor cut in coolly.

"Oh dear, did I say something wrong? I really didn't mean to offend you!" Miranda backpedaled, looking incredibly pleased with herself.

She knew perfectly well that if Eleanor wanted to marry back into the Goodwins, she would have to produce a son.

She would have to keep trying until the family was satisfied. If she couldn't, or wouldn't, she'd be betraying the dying wishes of two generations of Goodwin elders.

Would the family even accept her then? If Eleanor had any sense, she'd walk away right now.

The socialite beside her finally realized what was happening and offered a quick, uncomfortable excuse. "Let's respect the dead and stop talking about their family business today."

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