No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 225

A subtle shift crossed Magdalen’s face; she hadn’t expected Vanessa to be pregnant already.

Eleanor, having witnessed Vanessa’s morning sickness before, wasn’t surprised. She simply continued feeding her daughter some nourishing soup.

“Ian, go check on Vanessa,” Gina prompted her son.

He stood up and left the table.

This time, Serena didn’t rush after him to take care of Vanessa. She wasn’t particularly sensitive to these things and just assumed Vanessa really wasn’t feeling well—better to let her brother handle it.

She snuck a glance at Eleanor, curious if she’d spot any jealousy or bitterness on her face. But Eleanor’s expression remained unreadable.

Of course, anyone could keep a neutral face. But could you really fake the pain inside? Watching the man you once loved show concern for someone else—what woman could be unaffected by that?

In the bathroom, Vanessa washed her hands, smoothed back her hair, and allowed herself a small, satisfied smile. As she opened the door to leave, she started—Ian was waiting right outside.

“Ian?”

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“I’m fine, just choked a bit,” Vanessa replied, pressing a hand to her stomach.

They returned to the dining room together. Gina pointed to a tangy salad. “Vanessa, try this—it’s great for the appetite.”

Ian interjected, “Mom, let her stick to something mild.”

Gina laughed, then had the housekeeper rearrange the dishes, setting the lighter fare closer to Vanessa.

Vanessa took a bite, and as she looked up, her eyes met Eleanor’s across the table. She offered a gentle smile—one that, to everyone else, seemed perfectly polite, but to Eleanor, carried an unmistakable hint of triumph.

The mention of a grandson struck a chord with Magdalen. She still held onto some old-fashioned hopes, not that she was obsessed with having a boy, but it would mean a Goodwin son to inherit the family business one day.

Gina’s spirits soared the more she thought about it. She’d always wished for her son to marry Vanessa; now, with Ian divorced from Eleanor, that dream was finally within reach.

And with Vanessa expecting, her wish for a big, healthy grandson might soon come true.

Sometimes, life really did deliver everything you hoped for at once.

Thursday arrived. Eleanor had already told the teacher she’d pick up Evelyn at twelve-thirty.

Later that afternoon, Vanessa went to the school at two to greet Evelyn, only to find out she’d already been signed out. Vanessa paused, realizing Eleanor must have deliberately arranged for her daughter to avoid her.

On Friday, Eleanor texted Ian, asking him to take Evelyn for the weekend—she was heading to Kingston for a business conference.