No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 143

Vanessa just smiled, saying nothing.

"Does my brother know?" Serena asked.

"He does."

"Unbelievable. She really thinks she's some kind of genius, always stirring up trouble for him," Serena muttered, her tone sharp with annoyance.

…

The next morning.

Eleanor finished her assessment test at home and submitted it to Jude Vaughn before ten. Jude would send it to the medical school faculty for review; only then would they decide if she could sit for graduation exams.

She sent a message to Joy's mentor. "Attorney Shannon, have you returned to the country yet?"

"Sorry, I'll need another two days."

"All right. Please let me know when you're back. I'd like to meet with you," Eleanor replied.

"Of course, Miss Sutton."

Letting out a soft breath, Eleanor picked up her book and continued reading.

Just then, Joel texted: "We won the Marlowe Village case. The chemical plant's been ordered to suspend operations and clean up. The villagers got their compensation—you're the hero of the hour."

Eleanor smiled, lips pressed together. "Great job, Joel. Thank you for your hard work."

"We'll talk more soon."

"All right. Drive safe," she replied.

A moment later, Jude Vaughn called. She needed to be at Ashford Medical University by two to fill out some paperwork before her exam. She had to be there in person.

Eleanor drove toward Ashford Medical, arriving in the parking lot half an hour later. She made her way to the registrar's office to complete the forms. Jude joined her, and they chatted for a while.

By the time Eleanor glanced at her watch, it was already three—time to head home.

They spoke a little longer, then hung up. By then, Joslyn had arrived at the door with Evelyn.

Xavier noticed Eleanor hadn't come out to greet them, and a flicker of disappointment crossed his face.

"Goodbye, Mr. Vaughn!" Evelyn waved happily.

"Goodbye," Xavier replied with a smile, then drove away.

Eleanor sat on the couch as her daughter ran into her arms. She hugged Evelyn tightly and kissed the top of her head.

Meanwhile, Joel was leaning back on his office sofa, eyes closed, trying to clear his mind. At last, he picked up his phone and dialed Ian's number.

"Hello?" came Ian's familiar, cool voice.

"Mr. Goodwin, sorry to bother you," Joel said politely.

"It's fine, Dr. Kingsley. What can I do for you?"