No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 847

The words tore from her, sharp and bitter. She was furious. How dare this man play God while leaving her completely in the dark? Her chest heaved, and her eyes burned with unshed tears. She gripped the phone so tightly it felt like a weapon; if Ian were standing in front of her, she would have plunged it into his heart.

"I'm sorry. I was wrong," he said immediately, his voice filled with sincere apology. "It was wrong of me to hide my mother's condition. I thought I could control it, that I could spare you all the worry. I know I was a bastard, and I hurt you. I know no amount of apologies can—"

"Don't give me that!" Eleanor cut him off, her voice sharp with frustration. "Is Dr. Smith's team coming back with you?"

"Yes. A few years ago, I received approval to build a private laboratory. They'll continue their research there, and the facility will become fully operational. Eleanor, I need your help."

She wanted to scream at him, to list every one of his transgressions, but she knew that yelling, hitting, or even killing him would solve nothing.

"Fine," she said, running a hand through her hair. "I'll wait for Dr. Smith to arrive." Suddenly, she felt dizzy and reached for the desk to steady herself, but instead sent a stack of files scattering to the floor, along with her coffee cup, which shattered on impact.

The crash echoed over the phone line. "Eleanor, what happened? Are you okay?" Ian asked, his voice sharp with alarm.

Eleanor stared at the mess on the floor, her chest still rising and falling with ragged breaths. She blamed him for all of it. "I hate you, Ian," she said, her voice cold as ice.

"I know," he replied, accepting her anger without defense. "Are you hurt? Did you stay up all night?"

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