Eleanor Sutton nodded. "Yes, it was him."
"Is everything okay on his end?" A flicker of worry crossed Serena Goodwin's face.
"He's handling it. Don't worry," Eleanor reassured her.
Serena's heart warmed. Ever since Eleanor had returned from her studies abroad, her relationship with Ian had been completely different, as if they were married again.
When her brother had proposed the idea of the townhouses, Eleanor had agreed without hesitation. It meant that, aside from the wall between them, they would share a garden and a garage, raise their child together, and maybe even have meals together.
If her brother just tried a little harder, he might be able to win Eleanor back and make her Serena's sister-in-law again.
After dinner at the Goodwins', Eleanor took her daughter home. The next day was the start of the weekend, and she planned to spend it with her.
Over the weekend, Joy Thatcher came to visit, bringing her recently weaned son. Evelyn Goodwin got to experience what it was like to take care of the baby.
It was also a chance for the two good friends to sit down for a long-overdue private chat.
Eleanor had a lot she wanted to talk about. When she finished explaining why her father had agreed to her marriage all those years ago, Joy was utterly shocked.
But Eleanor's personality was the opposite of someone who would scream and make a scene.
In the first year after discovering the vague intimacy between Ian and Vanessa, she chose silence, swallowing all her grievances and pain.
When Ian was away on business trips, she would call Joy late at night, crying about her suffering. She even tried to find fault with herself, wondering if she had lost her appeal. After all, by then, Vanessa had become a world-class pianist, dazzling and glamorous in the public eye.
"Then why didn't he explain? It wouldn't have been hard for him to say something back then!" Joy said, then immediately offered a guess. "Was it Vanessa who stopped him? After all, as the Goodwin family's sole blood donor, she must have been very proud and arrogant about it!"
Eleanor nodded slightly. "Yes. They had a contract."

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