No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 213

"Eleanor, even if you and Ian are divorced, I’m still Evelyn’s grandmother. Do you really think I’d ever hurt her?"

Eleanor paused, caught off guard. "That’s not what I meant. I’ll take good care of Evelyn, you don’t need to worry."

"Fine! Then I’ll pick her up for the weekend—she can stay with me a couple of days." With that, Gina ended the call.

Eleanor climbed the stairs and opened her laptop. She logged into her overseas academic profile and pulled up her research portfolio: three patents, and awards from Drexford. She set to work, carefully drafting a long-form statement, its headline direct and unflinching:

“My Family, My Career, and the Truth About My Divorce.”

Her tone was calm and factual as she detailed her independent research journey. At the end, she attached scanned copies of all the crucial evidence—including her six-year-old offer letter from Drexford Lab, and the signed asset division agreement from both parties.

She finished with a single, unwavering line: I believe the truth never lies, and cannot be distorted.

After publishing the article on her account, several major news outlets—who’d been keeping an eye on her page—immediately picked up the story. They shared the post, calling for an end to the rumors.

Within thirty minutes, her post had racked up over a million views. The tide of public opinion began to shift.

“Oh my god! I know The Ronald Medical Institute—that’s one of the world’s top research teams. Eleanor actually worked there?”

“I looked through those patents. It really seems like she did all that work herself!”

“So someone was deliberately trying to smear her reputation?”

At the same time, Frazier got in touch with financial media outlets, sharing details from his conversation with Ian’s divorce attorney. He confirmed that Ian and Eleanor’s split was amicable—no scheming, no trickery, no hidden motives.

With both stories breaking at once, Joy called. “Ellie, you killed it. The whole narrative’s changing in your favor.”

Meanwhile, Ian had been following the news online. Watching Eleanor single-handedly turn things around, a flicker of admiration shone in his eyes.

Serena puffed out her cheeks, annoyed. Eleanor must have suspected her and tattled to her brother behind her back.

“What are you talking about, big brother? I honestly have better things to do.” She refused to admit a thing.

“Just stay out of it,” came his reply, firm but not angry.

Since his tone wasn’t particularly harsh, Serena relaxed. After all, Eleanor was an outsider now—why would her brother keep defending her?

10 a.m.

Outside Goodwin & Co., Ian stepped out with Gavin by his side. Dressed in a sharp black suit, his expression was steely and unreadable.

A cluster of reporters, who’d been waiting for hours, surged forward the moment they saw him.