No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 377

Eleanor finished typing up the day’s lab report, ready to call it a night. She slipped off her white coat and hung it on the rack when a voice sounded at the door.

“Excuse me, miss, can I help you?”

“Could you tell me which office Eleanor is in?” A woman’s voice, clear and sharp.

Eleanor’s expression darkened. That voice—why was it her? Vanessa.

A few seconds later, Vanessa strode in, the sharp click of her heels echoing through the quiet office. Her flawless makeup couldn’t quite mask the storm brewing beneath.

Vanessa stared at Eleanor for a moment before holding out a bracelet, amethyst stones glimmering in the harsh light.

“This belongs to you,” she said.

Eleanor blinked, recognizing it instantly—the purple bracelet she’d shown off last night.

“That’s not mine. You’ve got the wrong person,” Eleanor replied coolly, arching an eyebrow.

“I heard from Serena that Magdalen originally meant this for you. I couldn’t possibly take something that wasn’t meant for me.” Vanessa’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Oh, silly me—I forgot, I already took your husband. I’ll leave the gift for you. Even I have standards.”

Eleanor let out a silent, scornful laugh. “Are you finished?”

“I am.” Vanessa tilted her head, her smile triumphant.

Eleanor picked up her bag and adjusted her shirt cuffs. “Take your bracelet and go. I don’t want anything you’ve used. It’s tainted, and frankly, it’s bad luck.”

Vanessa’s face fell. She’d assumed anything from Magdalen would be precious to Eleanor, but Eleanor didn’t even give it a second glance.

“Eleanor, this was a special gift from Magdalen, and you’re just throwing it away?” Vanessa’s voice took on a pointed tone. “What would Magdalen think—”

Eleanor cut her off. “I refused when Magdalen tried to give it to me. It has nothing to do with me now. And one more thing: get out of my office.”

Vanessa’s expression twisted in anger. She sucked in a sharp breath. “Don’t pretend to be so high and mighty. The only reason Magdalen still cares is because you spent a year tending to Ian when he was sick. She just pities you for being tossed aside.”

Eleanor almost laughed out loud.

“You got what you wanted—Ian. So why do you still act like the wounded one? If anyone here is pitiful, it’s you.”

“You—” Vanessa’s perfect features contorted with rage. She slammed the amethyst bracelet onto Eleanor’s desk. “You think I even want this? It’s just something the Goodwin family tossed your way. I don’t care about it, either.”

The bracelet clattered on the desk, sharp and bright. Eleanor didn’t even look up. “If you’re done, leave. I need to go pick up my daughter.”

“Your daughter?” Vanessa sneered suddenly. “You’re just using Evelyn to cozy up to Magdalen, aren’t you? Trying to worm your way back into the family with your child as bait?”

Eleanor’s eyes flashed with fury. “Vanessa, I warn you—leave my daughter out of this.”

“Oh? Did I hit a nerve?” Vanessa lifted her chin, smug. “You’re a terrible mother, using your own daughter to—”

Smack.

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