No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1137

Thinking back now, she realized Ian had been plotting this since then. He had seemingly supported Yeaton Holdings' public offering, but had secretly laid the groundwork for today's bankruptcy.

"Vanessa, are you listening?" Roland's desperate voice crackled over the phone. "Get over here. We have to see Mr. Goodwin today. He's the only one who can save us."

Vanessa's heart sank. How could Ian, that cold‑hearted man, possibly help the Yeatons now? And she never could have imagined that a single choice she made back then would bring about the total downfall of Yeaton Holdings.

"Dad, listen to me—" Vanessa took a deep breath. "Ian won't help us anymore. Begging him is useless."

"How could that be? Hasn't he always taken care of us?" Roland's voice was filled with confusion. After all, he had genuinely benefited from Goodwin & Co., from Ian helping with his bank loans to securing resources.

"Dad, let me be honest with you. My relationship with Ian isn't what you think it is. All these years, it's only seemed good because his mother needed my blood to survive," Vanessa finally decided to tell her father the truth, personally tearing down the act she had maintained for so long.

The other end of the line went dead silent. A few seconds later, Roland's voice roared, "Vanessa, what are you talking about? Did you do something to offend him? Is this crisis with Yeaton Holdings your fault?"

Vanessa let out a cold laugh. When her father needed her, he treated her like a goddess. But now that the company was on the verge of collapse, he was pinning all the blame on her.

She thought about how he had been capable of abandoning her and her mother to fend for themselves in the slums; she should have known how cold-hearted this father of hers truly was.

"Dad, I don't know what you're talking about. The crisis at Yeaton Holdings has nothing to do with me."

He had even dragged the entire Yeaton Holdings down with her!

No, she couldn't believe Ian had no feelings for her at all. She refused to believe he could be so heartless. Vanessa looked at her phone, bit her lip, and picked it up—

Meanwhile, in the CEO's office at Goodwin & Co., Gavin walked in to report, "Mr. Goodwin, the front desk said that Roland has left."

Ian stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze dark and cold. "Keep up the pressure. I want to see Yeaton Holdings completely bankrupt within two weeks."

Gavin's phone rang. He glanced at it. "Mr. Goodwin, it's Vanessa."