No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 38

Ian turned and went to fetch the first aid kit.

Eleanor pressed a tissue to her bleeding finger. Ian returned, carrying the kit, and knelt down beside her, holding a wad of gauze to stop the bleeding.

When his large hand reached for her wrist, Eleanor instinctively pulled away and said quietly, "I can do it myself."

"Let Ian help," the old woman interjected firmly from the side.

Eleanor stood up. "Grandma, I'll go wash the wound."

"Let Ian go with you!" Magdalen insisted.

"She's not a child anymore," Ian replied coolly, standing up and walking away.

Magdalen, exasperated, nearly grabbed the bouquet beside her to whack him. "She might not be a child, but she's your wife! Can't you show a little concern for her, you stubborn boy?"

Ian shoved one hand in his pocket and muttered at the doorway, "Serves her right."

The old woman, hard of hearing, didn't catch it. "What did you say now?"

"It's nothing, Grandma. Just a small cut," Eleanor smiled, heading to the sink to rinse her finger. She disinfected the wound herself and pressed a bit of cotton over it to stop the bleeding.

Eleanor tidied up the first aid kit and handed it to the housekeeper. Returning to the sofa, she noticed Ian had disappeared and finally relaxed. She glanced at her phone—one missed call from an unknown number. She ignored it.

Just then, the sound of a car drifted in from the driveway. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Eleanor watched Serena stroll in, carrying several shopping bags and clearly in a good mood.

Serena glanced over at Eleanor sitting on the couch, but Eleanor greeted her first. "Serena."

Everyone in the room burst out laughing.

"I'll save these for you, sweetheart. When you're all grown up, I'll give them back to you," Eleanor smiled, tucking what must have been at least twenty thousand dollars into her purse.

A little while later, Magdalen called Eleanor into her room. She pulled out a bank card and handed it to her. "Ellie, this is from Grandma. Don't turn it down—there's half a million in here. Just use it as pocket money."

Eleanor was startled and quickly tried to push the card back into Magdalen's hands. "Grandma, that's really not necessary. I have enough. I can't take your money."

"Silly girl. I know Ian gives you a decent allowance, but this is from me. Take it. Grandma doesn't need much money anyhow."

How could Eleanor accept her grandmother-in-law's money? She'd be divorced in six months at most.