No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 190

After Jude Vaughn's initial outburst, he quickly collected himself, his expression turning defeated. "This was my oversight," he admitted. "I should have caught the issue sooner. Honestly, Ellie, if it weren't for you, I'd be the one to blame if things went wrong down the line."

"This isn't your fault," Eleanor offered gently.

"I still should have supervised more closely," Jude sighed, rubbing his forehead. Suddenly, something occurred to him, and his face grew even more serious. "Roland's company was personally recommended by Mr. Goodwin. I'm afraid this might end up involving him as well."

"Jude, if there's a problem, bring it up with him directly. If he doesn't take responsibility, we'll escalate it. Either way, this has to be resolved," Eleanor replied, her voice steady.

She was certain that Ian wouldn't go out of his way to shield Roland. Even if Roland was confronted, he'd probably just find a few scapegoats among his staff to take the fall.

"We have only ten days left before the official launch. I need to contact Roland immediately and have him replace the faulty equipment," Jude said, then turned to Eleanor. "Ellie, can you double-check everything? Take photos of any issues you find."

"Of course," Eleanor nodded.

She and Joel spent the next several hours inspecting other machines, snapping pictures of a dozen or so units that looked problematic. They finally wrapped up and left around four in the afternoon.

No sooner had Eleanor stepped through her front door than her phone rang—Jude again. "Ellie, do you have a moment? I'd like you to come over, if you can."

"Where are you, Jude?"

"I've arranged to meet with Mr. Yeaton tonight. Since you were the first to spot the problem, I want you there for the discussion. We'll be in the conference room at Yeaton Holdings."

"I'll be there." Eleanor didn't hesitate. She wasn't about to back down when it came to the lab's equipment.

When she arrived in the lobby of Yeaton Medical Systems, someone was already waiting for her.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Sutton?"

Roland clearly hadn't expected Ian to show up either. He shot to his feet and hurried over. "Mr. Goodwin! What an honor—thank you for coming, sir."

Ian's gaze swept the room, lingering on Eleanor without surprise—he must have known she'd be here.

"Mr. Goodwin, please, take the head seat." Roland gestured grandly, while his assistant quickly pulled out the chair at the head of the table for Ian.

Ian smiled mildly. "I'm just here to listen in. Mr. Yeaton, this is your meeting—you should lead."

With that, he crossed the room and took the empty seat beside Eleanor.

Everyone else stood up, faces bright with courteous smiles—everyone except Eleanor, who remained seated, her face cool and unreadable.