Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 8 The Young Man In The Wheelchair

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 looks like a drone… It even has a box attached to it… After a brief inspection to ensure its harmlessness, he picked up the box. Within, he found a note attached that read: My name is Eileen Swan. I’m your neighbor, and it’s my birthday today. I baked this cake myself. Please have some! I’ll come visit you every day from now on, okay? Eileen Swan? She’s coming to visit me every day? Jasper eagerly tore open the box and devoured