No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 842

The moment the words left Serena's mouth, Magdalen's expression hardened. "Serena, eat your dinner. Evelyn is right here!"

Serena glanced at her little niece, who was indeed watching her from across the table. She sullenly lowered her head and picked at her food, a defiant look still lingering on her face. She hadn't noticed the girl earlier, but she was still annoyed. It had been two years since Eleanor and her brother had divorced, yet the topic was still taboo in this house. What was the big deal? Getting a divorce wasn't something to be ashamed of.

Her grandmother forbade it, her mother forbade it, and even her brother's face would darken as if she'd committed a cardinal sin.

Eleanor placed some vegetables on her daughter's plate. "Let's eat, Magdalen," she said calmly.

Magdalen, still fuming, was relieved to see Eleanor unaffected. But that only meant one thing: Eleanor truly had no interest in her grandson anymore.

Under the warm dining room lights, Eleanor's mind was untroubled by such trivial matters. The discovery she'd made tonight was far more significant than Ian's affair with Vanessa. Her gaze drifted back to Serena, seemingly by chance. As Serena bent over her plate, Eleanor noticed a small, faint bruise on her arm. It didn't look like it was from a bump; it resembled subcutaneous bleeding.

Serena ate a few bites, then set down her fork, looking listless. "Grandma, I'm full."

"How can you be? You've barely touched your food! I had them steam your favorite sea bass," Magdalen noted with concern.

"I just don't have an appetite. Besides, I'm on a diet," Serena mumbled, grabbing her phone and retreating to the living room couch to scroll through it, clearly wanting to put some distance between herself and Eleanor.

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