No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 378

The handwriting was elegant and graceful—just like the person who’d written it.

True to form.

Ian snapped out of his thoughts and strode out of Eleanor’s office.

Later, Eleanor picked up her daughter and headed home. Just as they sat down for dinner, her phone rang. Magdalen’s name flashed on the screen.

Eleanor stepped out into the garden to take the call. “Hello, Magdalen?”

“Ellie, I heard you and Vanessa had an argument and you slapped her. Did she try to fight back?” Magdalen’s anxious voice crackled over the line.

Eleanor paused, caught off guard. “Grandma, she didn’t. She just walked away.”

“That’s a relief,” Magdalen sighed. Then her tone shifted, stern but caring. “About the bracelet—Serena was careless giving it away. I’ve already spoken to her.”

“Grandma, I’ve had Ian return the bracelet.”

“I know. He just got home,” Magdalen replied, sounding a little irritated now. “That bracelet was something I picked out especially for you. It’s not for just anyone to wear. I’m putting it up for auction—next time, I’ll choose something else for you.”

“Please, Grandma, there’s no need to get me anything. I really don’t need gifts like that.”

Magdalen sighed again. “You’ve always been so unassuming, never one to fight for anything. That’s exactly why I adore you. Girls who play games and scheme—I can’t stand them.”

Eleanor laughed softly. “It’s late, Grandma. You should get some rest.”

“You too, Ellie. Make sure Evelyn gets to bed early.” With that, Magdalen hung up.

Meanwhile, at the Goodwin house, the atmosphere was heavy. Serena sat on the couch, sulking, cheeks puffed out in frustration—her grandmother had given her quite the scolding. Ian was upstairs working in the study, and Gina, their mother, was quietly upset about her daughter’s thoughtless gesture.

If only Serena had asked before giving away the bracelet, none of this would have happened.

This time, Serena had taken all the blame herself, not wanting Vanessa to get dragged into the mess.

Just then, Ian came downstairs for a glass of water. Serena watched him, visibly upset, but he ignored her.

Her frustration boiled over. She got up and planted herself in front of him. “Ian, I know I messed up, but Vanessa was just trying to give Eleanor a nice gift, and Eleanor slapped her! How unfair is that to Vanessa?”

Ian set down his glass, his gaze cold and unyielding. “You still don’t think you did anything wrong?”

Serena shrank back under his stare, her eyes filling with tears. “I— I just—” Her voice trembled. “But Vanessa—”

“That’s enough.” Ian cut her off sharply. “You’re going back to Montclair for school. And you’re not coming home until you’ve earned your degree.”

“Why should I? You know I’m not cut out for school!” Serena protested, her voice rising in anger.

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