No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1255

He had been on the brink of death, and these two people and their teams had fought to give him a chance at life.

The debt was heavier than a mountain.

He slowly closed his eyes, suppressing the storm of emotions inside him. "I understand, Mr. Maxwell. Thank you for telling me all this."

***

Eleanor awoke from another startling nightmare.

Like a drowning person suddenly breaking the surface, she gasped for air and shot upright.

Ian, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them at the sound and met Eleanor's frantic, panicked gaze.

"Is he awake? Is Mansfield awake?" she asked, grabbing his arm, her voice hoarse and desperate.

Ian looked at the worry on her face, felt the trembling in her fingertips, and knew, as expected, that Mansfield was the person she cared about most.

A dull ache spread through his chest for a few seconds before he quickly took her hand in his, his grip firm and reassuring. His voice was low and gentle. "He's awake."

Seeing the uncertainty still in her eyes, he continued, "He's fully conscious and in stable condition."

Eleanor let out a huge sigh of relief. She took several deep breaths. She knew their rescue plan had been cobbled together at the last minute; she hadn't been fully prepared, and every step had been a race against time. A single mistake could have cost Mansfield his life.

Now, hearing that he had successfully woken up, the nerve that had been stretched taut for so long finally slackened.

An overwhelming wave of relief and residual fear washed over her, leaving her feeling weak. Her body swayed slightly.

Ian immediately steadied her by the shoulders, helping her lean back against the pillows. "Don't get up so fast. You need to lie down for a bit longer."

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