No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 324

Eleanor glanced over, her voice calm. “I’m not going.”

“Do it for Evelyn, at least.”

She fell silent for a moment. She could refuse to go, but this was their first year after the divorce, and suddenly cutting ties with the Goodwin family would be too much for her daughter. The emotional strain would be too severe.

For Evelyn’s sake, Eleanor finally relented. “I’ll bring her, but we won’t stay long.”

Ian nodded, letting the matter drop.

Eleanor saw that the final investment amount in the paperwork had reached three billion. She closed the file, signed her name, and put it aside.

Once she left the Goodwin & Co. building, Eleanor headed straight for a nearby shopping mall to pick up supplies for the new year.

She was pushing a shopping cart, considering which window decorations to buy, when a small, familiar voice called from behind her.

“Mom!”

Startled, Eleanor turned and saw Gina pushing a cart too—her daughter sitting comfortably inside, surrounded by groceries.

“Evelyn.” Eleanor had planned to finish shopping before picking up her daughter, but apparently, there was no need to make a special trip to Goodwin Manor after all.

Just then, a stylishly dressed woman stepped out from behind a display—Serena.

Of course, she was here too.

The moment Serena spotted Eleanor, a wave of dislike flashed openly in her eyes. Even though she’d been traveling abroad to clear her head, Vanessa made sure Serena got regular updates on everything Eleanor and Xavier did.

It seemed Eleanor really was planning to make a move on Xavier.

“Mom, I’m going to check out the other aisle,” Serena muttered, not wanting to see Eleanor. She turned on her heel and walked away.

“Mom, what did you buy?” Evelyn asked, peering into the cart.

“I got some window decorations and party supplies. Why don’t you come home with me later and help me get the house ready?” Eleanor said with a gentle smile.

Gina hesitated for a moment, then spoke up. “Eleanor, we’re planning to have a New Year’s dinner—just a small family gathering. You should bring Evelyn and join us. It’ll be more festive that way.”

She couldn’t bear the thought of her granddaughter spending New Year’s Eve with just her mother for company.

“All right, I’ll bring her,” Eleanor agreed.

Gina’s face brightened. “Wonderful! Come early the day after tomorrow.”

Eleanor took her daughter home, and the two of them spent the entire afternoon decorating the place. As she watched Evelyn—so small and determined—stand on tiptoe to hang an ornament, Eleanor felt a sudden pang in her chest.

“Mom, does it look pretty?” Evelyn turned and beamed at her.

“It’s beautiful.” Eleanor managed to say, but as she turned away, tears slipped down her cheeks before she could stop them.

“Mom, I’m going to decorate over there too! From now on, I’ll always help you around the house. I’m your little helper!” Evelyn chirped.

Eleanor pressed her lips together, tears streaming down in silence. She covered her mouth and retreated to the living room to compose herself.

She’d always hoped her daughter would grow up to be thoughtful and mature, but seeing Evelyn forced to understand too much, too soon, filled her with guilt.

By the time Eleanor returned, Evelyn had already hung plenty of little lanterns on the branches by the window.

Eleanor stopped and gave him a look. Realizing his mistake, the manager quickly corrected himself. “Ms. Sutton, I’m so sorry.”

At the front desk, someone covered their mouth, clearly embarrassed.

Ian ignored the slip, carrying Evelyn toward the elevators.

The ballroom was already ablaze with lights, filled with the Goodwin family and their relatives.

As soon as they entered, Magdalen spotted them and waved, beaming. “Evelyn! Come give your great-grandma a hug!”

Evelyn dashed over, and Eleanor followed, greeting Magdalen politely.

Around them, other relatives watched her with a mixture of curiosity and speculation.

“Ellie,” Magdalen said warmly, holding Eleanor’s hand. “I’m so glad you’re here. I was hoping you’d come tonight!”

“Grandma, how’s your health been?”

Magdalen chatted with Eleanor about her health. Across the room, Ian was surrounded by his uncles and cousins, deep in conversation. Dressed in a deep blue suit, he looked taller and more striking than ever under the ballroom lights.

Serena sat with a group of young women, shooting Eleanor a disdainful glare before picking up her phone.

“Vanessa, where are you?”

“Serena, I—”

“You need to get here. If you don’t, Eleanor will have the perfect chance to cozy up to my brother and try to get back together with him.” Serena’s eyes stayed fixed on Eleanor, full of suspicion.