No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 679

“You’re already in your twenties and still acting like a child. Your father passed away young, so your brother’s in charge of you now—what’s so wrong with that?”

“Hmph! You all just take Eleanor’s side! She’s your real granddaughter. I’m not.” With tears streaming down her face, Serena ran upstairs.

Gina started to follow her, but Magdalen stopped her with a quiet word. “Let her be. She needs time to think.”

The old woman cast a meaningful glance at her daughter-in-law. “From now on, let the young people handle their own messes. We shouldn’t meddle. You don’t really understand pain until you’ve been hurt yourself. That goes for Serena—and for Ian too.”

Gina was taken aback. She could accept her daughter muddling through life, but her son? He was anything but clueless.

“Ian’s always been a brooder, even as a boy. Stubborn too. He acts aloof, pretends not to care, even when he does. Sigh.”

Gina understood the message behind her mother-in-law’s words. She replied honestly, “Mom, that’s just not possible. Ian’s always known exactly what he wants. If he still had feelings for Eleanor and wanted to get back together, he’d do something about it. He’d never just sit back.”

Magdalen let out a soft snort. “If he did something, he wouldn’t tell anyone about it.”

At that moment, Ian strode into the living room. His steps were steady, his expression unreadable. Seeing his mother and grandmother together, his brows furrowed. “Where’s Serena?”

“She’s upstairs, throwing a tantrum,” Gina sighed. “Ian, why did you freeze her bank account—”

“Mom.” Ian cut her off. “I have my reasons.”

Magdalen turned to Gina. “I told you, let the kids sort out their own problems. We need to stay out of it.”

Gina’s heart ached for her daughter—her son could be so cold when he wanted to be. Sometimes, his ruthlessness could really hurt.

“Come on, let’s make dinner. The whole family’s home tonight. Let’s just have a nice meal together,” Magdalen suggested.

“Ian, walk with me in the garden,” she added, rising to her feet.

It was chilly outside. Ian draped a coat over his grandmother’s shoulders before they stepped into the garden.

“Ian…” Magdalen began slowly, “I heard you bought an apartment right below Ellie’s? Now you’re neighbors, just a floor apart?”

“It makes it easier to look after Evelyn,” Ian replied.

Magdalen chuckled. “Is that the only reason? You expect your grandmother to believe that?”

Ian offered his arm, saying nothing.

“How are Ellie and Evelyn these days?”

“They’re both doing well.”

Magdalen stopped walking and looked Ian straight in the eye. “Ian, do you still have feelings for Ellie?”

His brows drew together. “Grandma, Eleanor and I are divorced.”

“So what? Divorce doesn’t mean you can’t get back together,” Magdalen pressed. “Aren’t you afraid someone better will come along and sweep her off her feet?”

Ian’s jaw tightened. He swallowed hard. “That’s her choice.”

Serena had thought it over upstairs; as much as she wanted to rebel, she knew she couldn’t win. In the end, she always had to do what her brother said—or life would get a whole lot harder.

“Fine! But I want the best floor. The penthouse,” Serena huffed.

“That’ll cost fifty million. What does a single girl need with a place that big?” Gina shot her daughter a look.

“Isn’t big brother so worried about me embarrassing Xavier? Then he should show he means it,” Serena retorted, still trying to get under Ian’s skin.

Ian just answered coolly, “Alright.”

If spending money meant his sister would stop mooning over Xavier, Ian considered it a bargain.

Serena still looked unhappy, but she accepted the compromise.

Just then, Ian’s phone rang. He picked up. “Hello.”

“Mr. Goodwin, someone’s reported you for illegal stock option transactions. The complaint’s gone to the Securities Commission. We suspect someone on the board is behind it—they’re accusing you of backdating options for personal gain.”

Ian’s eyes narrowed. “Find out who it is.”

He ended the call and walked back into the living room. “Something’s come up at work. I need to go.”

Magdalen looked at him with concern. “Is everything alright?”