No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 679

“You’re already in your twenties and still acting like a child. Your father passed away young, so your brother’s in charge of you now—what’s so wrong with that?”

“Hmph! You all just take Eleanor’s side! She’s your real granddaughter. I’m not.” With tears streaming down her face, Serena ran upstairs.

Gina started to follow her, but Magdalen stopped her with a quiet word. “Let her be. She needs time to think.”

The old woman cast a meaningful glance at her daughter-in-law. “From now on, let the young people handle their own messes. We shouldn’t meddle. You don’t really understand pain until you’ve been hurt yourself. That goes for Serena—and for Ian too.”

Gina was taken aback. She could accept her daughter muddling through life, but her son? He was anything but clueless.

“Ian’s always been a brooder, even as a boy. Stubborn too. He acts aloof, pretends not to care, even when he does. Sigh.”

Gina understood the message behind her mother-in-law’s words. She replied honestly, “Mom, that’s just not possible. Ian’s always known exactly what he wants. If he still had feelings for Eleanor and wanted to get back together, he’d do something about it. He’d never just sit back.”

Magdalen let out a soft snort. “If he did something, he wouldn’t tell anyone about it.”

At that moment, Ian strode into the living room. His steps were steady, his expression unreadable. Seeing his mother and grandmother together, his brows furrowed. “Where’s Serena?”

“She’s upstairs, throwing a tantrum,” Gina sighed. “Ian, why did you freeze her bank account—”

“Mom.” Ian cut her off. “I have my reasons.”

Magdalen turned to Gina. “I told you, let the kids sort out their own problems. We need to stay out of it.”

Gina’s heart ached for her daughter—her son could be so cold when he wanted to be. Sometimes, his ruthlessness could really hurt.

“Come on, let’s make dinner. The whole family’s home tonight. Let’s just have a nice meal together,” Magdalen suggested.

“Ian, walk with me in the garden,” she added, rising to her feet.

It was chilly outside. Ian draped a coat over his grandmother’s shoulders before they stepped into the garden.

“Ian…” Magdalen began slowly, “I heard you bought an apartment right below Ellie’s? Now you’re neighbors, just a floor apart?”

“It makes it easier to look after Evelyn,” Ian replied.

Magdalen chuckled. “Is that the only reason? You expect your grandmother to believe that?”

Ian offered his arm, saying nothing.

“How are Ellie and Evelyn these days?”

“They’re both doing well.”

Magdalen stopped walking and looked Ian straight in the eye. “Ian, do you still have feelings for Ellie?”

His brows drew together. “Grandma, Eleanor and I are divorced.”

“So what? Divorce doesn’t mean you can’t get back together,” Magdalen pressed. “Aren’t you afraid someone better will come along and sweep her off her feet?”

Ian’s jaw tightened. He swallowed hard. “That’s her choice.”

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