No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 725

There was a heavy pause on the other end of the line before Ian’s raspy voice broke through. “What did Serena say to Evelyn?”

Eleanor didn’t bother to hide her irritation. “You have a mouth, don’t you? Why don’t you ask her yourself?” With that, she hung up.

Only after ending the call did Eleanor finally let out a shaky breath.

At that moment, Ian was still at the Goodwin & Co. offices. He’d been in meetings since morning, and fatigue was etched across his features. Yet all signs of exhaustion vanished as he picked up his phone and dialed Serena’s number.

It rang, but she didn’t answer.

Ian knew his little sister too well—whenever she ran into trouble, her first instinct was always to run from it.

When the first call went unanswered, he called again. Still, no luck.

He shrugged on his suit jacket from the sofa, striding out of his office. Stopping by Gavin’s door, he rapped once. “Drive me home. Now.”

Gavin grabbed the car keys without a word and followed him out.

Serena was, in fact, hiding at home. She’d just endured a lecture from their mother and had retreated to her room, desperate for some peace and quiet. But before she could collect herself, her brother’s number flashed on her screen. Twice.

She panicked and refused to answer. She already knew why he was calling—something about Xavier, no doubt. She hadn’t meant anything by her offhand comments to Evelyn, but somehow, everything had blown up and left her wishing she could disappear.

She was mortified beyond belief, especially knowing her words had gotten back to Xavier. The shame was almost suffocating.

What must Xavier think of her now? Did he see her as desperate? Ridiculous?

As dinnertime approached, Ian’s tall figure strode through the front doors of Goodwin Manor. Gina spotted her son’s stormy expression instantly and stepped in front of him, blocking his path. “Enough. I’ve already spoken to Serena about this. She’s embarrassed herself enough, so don’t go yelling at her.”

“What exactly did she say to Evelyn?” Ian’s eyes narrowed as he looked at his mother.

Gina hesitated, then replied, “She just… told Evelyn she’d like Xavier to be her uncle one day.”

Ian’s brow furrowed. “And?”

Gina looked puzzled. “And nothing. That’s all there is to it, isn’t it?”

Ian’s breath caught. Was that really all? Eleanor had been furious enough to call and interrogate him over Serena telling Evelyn to call Xavier “uncle”?

“Evelyn’s just a child,” Gina sighed. “But saying something like that in front of Xavier and Eleanor… I was embarrassed myself. No matter how much Serena likes Xavier, she shouldn’t have put Evelyn up to that.”

Ian’s scowl deepened. Was Eleanor really this upset just because of that nickname? Or was there something more?

“It wasn’t Xavier.” Ian’s tone was steely. “What exactly have you been telling Evelyn?”

If it wasn’t Xavier, then it had to be Eleanor, Serena realized—her stomach dropping as the truth dawned. What could Eleanor be so upset about? Then it hit her, and the color drained from her face.

“I… I didn’t mean to. I just told Evelyn that Vanessa would be her new mom someday.”

Ian’s fist slammed into the wall beside the door so hard the pictures rattled. His jaw tightened, veins bulging at his temple. “How could you say something like that to her?”

Serena recoiled, her voice trembling. “It was just a joke! I-I didn’t mean it.”

But the look in Ian’s eyes made her realize just how much damage her words had done. Hot tears slid down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, Ian. I really am.”

“That’s not a joke you get to make. Evelyn’s only six.” Ian’s voice was harsh with anger. At last, he understood the full reason for Eleanor’s outrage.

“I know. I know I was wrong,” Serena stammered, “but it’s just—Vanessa’s going to—”

“Enough.” Ian cut her off sharply. “From now on, you’re not to go near Evelyn unless I say so. Understood?”

Without waiting for a reply, he turned and walked out.