No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 1141

When Faye got home, her parents weren't back yet. She went straight to the bathroom and scrubbed her body hard, as if trying to wash away the feeling of filth.

For now, she could only take things one step at a time. Until she was pushed into a corner, she couldn't afford to have a falling out with Horace.

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The crisis at Yeaton Holdings continued to spread, with more bad news breaking by evening.

Eleanor was at the supermarket with her daughter. Evelyn Goodwin skipped ahead, picking out items, her ponytail swaying with innocent charm.

Behind Eleanor, Lanny and two of his men blended in with the other shoppers, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings.

Grocery shopping was a relaxing activity. Eleanor's gentle gaze followed her daughter's lively figure. The little girl was standing in front of a row of chocolates, her big eyes full of longing. She turned back to her mother. "Mommy, can I buy a chocolate bar?" she asked, holding up a small finger as a promise. "Just one."

Eleanor chuckled at her daughter's adorable expression and nodded. "Alright, pick one out!"

"Thank you, Mommy!" Evelyn beamed and turned back to the chocolates, searching for her favorite flavor.

Just then, Eleanor caught a tall figure out of the corner of her eye stepping out from behind a shelf. Ian had appeared from nowhere and was now walking toward them.

He was dressed in a formal suit, looking as if he had just rushed over from an important meeting.

"Daddy!" Evelyn spotted him and immediately abandoned her beloved chocolates.

She ran over to hug his leg, then eagerly took his hand. "Daddy, Mommy said I can buy a chocolate bar! Come help me pick!"

Ian let his daughter lead him, his stern features softening with affection.

As he passed Eleanor, his eyes met hers. "Just finished up," he said in a low, gentle voice. "Came to see you two."

"Do you want to know who was behind it?" Ian asked in a low voice.

Eleanor turned to look at him, her exasperated expression seeming to say he was asking the obvious.

A flicker of relief passed through Ian's eyes, and the corner of his mouth lifted faintly. So she had been paying attention after all.

His tone became firm and steady. "Don't worry. No matter how big the storm is out there, it won't touch you or Evelyn."

It was both a promise and an assurance.

With that, Ian walked over to his daughter and picked her up. "Evelyn, it's time to go home."

Sitting in his arms, Evelyn was suddenly much taller, which made her giggle. "We're going home!"