No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 508

When Eleanor arrived at the university hospital affiliated with the Military Medical University, she was greeted with an outpouring of hospitality unlike anything she’d ever experienced. The hospital director himself came down to meet her, accompanied by several medical specialists. A young woman even handed her a bouquet of flowers.

Eleanor felt both flattered and a little out of place—she’d always preferred to keep a low profile, and all this enthusiastic attention left her feeling awkward.

“Eleanor, I’m Dean Clark. I went to college with your father—he probably never mentioned me, but we used to play soccer together,” Dean Clark said with an easy grin.

Eleanor nodded respectfully. “Good afternoon, Dean Clark. You’re right, my father rarely talked about his college days.”

Dean Clark’s eyes twinkled with nostalgia. “Your dad was a legend at our school! I never imagined his daughter would be equally impressive—so young and already making waves in the research world.”

He gestured to a young man. “Let Ian show you around first. We’ll have a meeting later.”

Eleanor agreed, and spent her first day immersed in tours and meetings. That evening, she returned to the guesthouse with a stack of case files for her study participants.

She was tired, but her sense of duty kept her working late into the night. It was nearly half past nine when her phone chimed—a video call on WhatsApp from Ian.

But she could guess who really wanted to talk.

She answered, and sure enough, Evelyn’s cherubic face filled the screen. “Mommy, look! Daddy bought this for me!”

Evelyn was eager to show off her new toy. She stepped back to reveal a charming little bunny lantern in her hands. With Thanksgiving just around the corner, toy stores were already stocked with holiday gifts.

“Isn’t it pretty, Mommy?”

“It’s beautiful,” Eleanor said, her eyes crinkling with a smile. The camera jerked slightly, and Eleanor caught a glimpse of Ian sitting on the sofa beside Evelyn, dressed in loungewear, watching their daughter with gentle eyes.

“Mommy, tonight I want to sleep with Daddy,” Evelyn announced earnestly. It had been a long time since she’d fallen asleep beside him—when Ian was home, he always tucked her in.

“Are you two going to whisper secrets?” Evelyn asked, curiosity lighting her face.

“That’s right. I just need a word with your mom.” Ian smiled gently.

Evelyn waved at the camera. “Okay, Mommy. I’m going to Grandma’s room now. You can talk to Daddy.”

Once Evelyn had left, Eleanor reached to end the call, but Ian’s displeased voice stopped her.

“Was that really necessary?”

Without a word, Eleanor tapped her finger on the screen and hung up.