Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 8 The Young Man In The Wheelchair

suicide by slitting his wrists. He was already dead by the time the ambulance arrived. Eileen was watching from the balcony as the paramedics covered his lifeless body with a white blanket and carried it into the ambulance. Apparently, he had been dead for two days before they discovered his body in the bathroom. As Eileen glanced at the cake on the table and stared at the wall, a thought suddenly formed inside her head. She then cut a huge slice of the cake, placed it carefully inside a box, and tied a ribbon on it. “I’ll be right back, Sharon. Help me put the cake in the refrigerator.” Sharon could only shake her head helplessly in response as Eileen had run off before she could ask where she was going. Eileen ran into her bedroom, grabbed a pen and a piece of paper, and retrieved her drone from storage. She had bought that drone when she was fifteen, only to leave it aside after playing with it for a few days. This time, however, she was able to put it to good use. After writing a note and attaching it to the ribbon, she made her way into the courtyard with the cake and drone in hand. As the mansions were connected, Eileen attached the box containing the cake onto the drone and flew it in through the broken window. Jasper sat on a wheelchair, his gaze fixated venomously on a blade lying amidst broken glass on the floor. Spending all of his time indoors had left his skin pallid, exuding a sickly and somber aura. Why would my parents bring me into this world if they don’t love each other? Now that they both have their own respective families, what will become of me? I’m just a cripple that nobody wants! Jasper’s eyes darkened, growing gloomier as he struggled to rise from his wheelchair. His legs proved too feeble to bear his weight, and he crumpled to the floor seconds later. Broken glass cut into his palms, causing them to bleed, staining the wooden floorboards a vivid red. Undeterred, he retrieved the blade from the shattered glass and slid it out. All I have to do is slash my wrists open with this razor-sharp blade, and I’ll be free from my suffering! Out of nowhere, an unidentified object sailed through the window, landing within the room. Jasper paused, eyeing the object warily. Huh? That