No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 440

Eleanor replied, “He’s desperate for their family’s patent.”

“You don’t mean the patent is for your lab too, do you?”

“It is.”

“No wonder he caved—turns out he’s just trying to save his sweetheart!” At that, Joy switched topics, her curiosity satisfied for the moment.

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At Xavier’s apartment, Henrietta entered hand-in-hand with her granddaughter. She still couldn’t fathom why her son, who used to live in a sprawling mansion, insisted on buying a large flat in this old part of town. Sure, the place was tastefully decorated, but the traffic here was a nightmare.

The past two years had been a whirlwind. Her husband’s illness and her daughter’s legal troubles had kept her living abroad. Now, with her husband gone and her daughter sentenced to prison, she’d come back to find herself in the middle of her son’s battle for inheritance. His ambitious uncle had been lurking, eyeing the chairman’s seat, but at last Xavier managed to secure his position. Still, Henrietta worried that the conniving uncle might try to make a comeback.

That was why she’d finally set her mind on arranging a marriage alliance with the Goodwin family.

A little later, Xavier came home. Henrietta sent Vivian off to the playroom and called her son over. “Xavier, come talk with your mother for a bit.”

“Mom, I’m tired.” Xavier’s reluctance was obvious.

Annoyed, Henrietta raised her voice. “So, when exactly do you plan to discuss this marriage alliance with me? Are you just going to keep avoiding it forever?”

“Mom, I have no intention of marrying for business. You don’t have to trouble yourself over it.” Xavier turned away, his refusal clear and resolute.

Until now, Henrietta hadn’t quite understood why her son was so adamant. Now, she thought she did.

“Is it because of that Eleanor girl?”

Xavier stopped in his tracks, turning to face her. “Mom, have you been looking into my private life?”

Henrietta settled herself gracefully onto the couch. “I ran into her at the preschool today. She’s certainly an impressive young woman.”

“Mom, please don’t interfere in her life.” Xavier turned back, but this time, instead of walking away, he came over to her. “She has nothing to do with my decisions.”

Henrietta nearly laughed at the contradiction. Her son claimed Eleanor meant nothing, yet the moment she brought up the girl’s name, he pivoted and came over for a conversation.

Did he really think he could fool her?

“Nothing to do with her?” Henrietta lifted her teacup with a scoff. “Then why are you always taking Vivian to her house?”

Xavier’s jaw tightened, silent, but the answer was clear.

“She’s divorced, with a child. She’s also your best friend Ian’s ex-wife! How could you possibly fall for her?” Henrietta’s disbelief spilled out.

Xavier looked right at her. “Mom, I don’t care about any of that.” With that, he tossed out, “My life is my business. Please stop worrying.”

Henrietta called after his retreating back, “Come back here and explain yourself! If you want to marry Eleanor, I will never approve!”

The only answer was the sound of the door slamming shut.

Vivian peeked out from the playroom. “Grandma, are you okay?”

Henrietta quickly composed herself, forcing a gentle smile. “I’m fine, sweetheart. Do you want me to play with you?”

“Yes!” Vivian nodded enthusiastically.

Even as she played with her granddaughter, Henrietta’s thoughts remained tangled in her son’s stubbornness. What was it about Eleanor that had captivated him so completely?