No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 253

Meanwhile, Eleanor glanced at her watch as well. Clearly, it was time for her to head home—she had a child waiting for her, and she never stayed out late.

When Mrs. Ellington overheard that Eleanor had a child, she froze for a moment, then turned to her. "Miss Sutton… are you married?"

She’d only ever paid attention to Eleanor’s achievements in medicine and had never considered her family situation.

"Mrs. Ellington, Eleanor’s divorced," Joy interjected quickly, worried her best friend might miss out on a good match.

Mrs. Ellington was surprised yet again. How could anyone let someone as remarkable as Eleanor slip away?

"Well, then," she said after a pause, "I’ll send your contact information to my nephew. Next time he’s in town, he can take you out for dinner." She gave Eleanor a meaningful look, as though she already had plans in mind.

Truth be told, Mrs. Ellington admired Eleanor’s talent—and her nephew was certainly worthy of someone like her.

After Eleanor and Joy said their goodbyes, Vanessa came over with her bag to say farewell as well. Mrs. Ellington thanked her politely before turning to greet someone else.

Vanessa, meanwhile, was texting Ian as she followed after Eleanor and Joy.

Ian, I twisted my ankle. Could you pull the car up to the front entrance for me?

Sure, came his prompt reply.

Eleanor and Joy had just stepped into the elevator when Vanessa slipped in behind them, and the conversation between the two friends trailed off.

"Ellie, I have to say, your reputation precedes you," Joy announced, her tone deliberate and just loud enough for Vanessa to hear. "I’m proud to call you my friend."

Vanessa smirked dismissively. Did Joy really intend to play second fiddle to Eleanor forever? Even sisters struggled with envy—how could a mere friend accept it so easily? She remembered how Joy once mocked her as nothing more than an actress. Turning, Vanessa shot her a frosty remark: "If you’re planning to stay by Eleanor’s side, Ms. Thatcher, you’d better get used to living in her shadow."

Just then, the elevator doors slid open. Vanessa arched an eyebrow and strode out ahead.

Eleanor shook her head, still smiling. "You’re reading too much into it."

"Oh, please," Joy teased. "Everyone saw it—Mr. Ellington was totally interested in you."

Eleanor laughed. "Maybe I just remind him of someone else."

"Yeah, his future wife!" Joy shot back, grinning mischievously.

Eleanor felt her cheeks flush. "Alright, let’s go."

Joy, ever the analyst, added, "If you end up calling Mrs. Ellington ‘Aunt,’ then her brother must be the Secretary of State, right? Ellie, you should give this a chance. Imagine if you married Mr. Ellington—Ian would be kicking himself for years!"

Before Eleanor could reply, her phone chimed. She glanced at the screen. A new message had come in.