Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 96 A Grudge Against Elm

Before Eileen could retract her foot, he had already seized her ankle.

“Can’t you see I’m applying medicine for you?” Elm raised his head, his tone still defiant, causing Eileen to doubt if she had heard him correctly.

He’s applying medicine on me?

Anyway, she didn’t believe it; she never did. How could I trust someone who almost choked me to death at school and is now generously applying medicine for me? Who knows if the medicine is even

clean?

Some lessons were learned only once; otherwise, she risked appearing truly foolish, embracing it with an open heart upon detecting even a hint of kindness.

Elm had already dispensed the medicine onto his palm, poised to apply it to her swollen ankle. At that moment, Eileen hastily withdrew her foot. “I’m fine; there’s no need for the medicine.”

Eileen harbored uncertainty about Elm’s potential ulterior motives. As she prepared to rise, hand on the recliner, Elm arched an eyebrow, rose from his crouched position, and casually grabbed a tissue from the side to wipe his hands as he observed the girl.

She had just taken a step when a sharp pain shot through Eileen’s ankle, causing her to stumble back down.

“I’ve encountered stubbornness before, but never to this extent. If you don’t appreciate my kindness, so be it!” Elm discarded the crumpled tissue in his hand, a cold glint flickering in his eyes.

Just then, a clear voice echoed from nearby, “Elm? What are you doing here!”

Eileen turned toward the sound to find Yvette, adorned in an elegant gown, approaching swiftly.

She couldn’t help but notice the disdainful and contemptuous look Yvette directed at Elm, akin to the disdain she had once experienced from her classmates in Class Six.

She never expected to see that same expression directed at Elm one day, considering hist proud and unruly nature.

Yvette, expressing concern in her voice, inquired of Eileen, “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

head. “It’s

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the demeanor of the lady of the house. arms crossed, staring down Elm. “Elm, I’ve told you before, you’re not welcome in our home. Please

and approached to pull Yvette away. “Mrs. Friedman was

mom possibly invite such a person to my birthday dinner?”

belied a frosty undertone in his narrow, almond-shaped eyes, responded, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

just love it when you’re annoyed with me, unable to do anything, and you’re all flustered and frustrated,” Elm continued, his voice slowly

right! I can’t stand the sight of you. In fact, seeing you makes me sick! Where did you get

study. The butler was poised to intervene, mindful of the potential

however, dismissed the need for mediation. “It’s just some kids messing around, no

Mrs.

drama, her gaze indifferent as it fell on Elm.

“Yvette, enough is enough!”

fought to extricate her hand from his firm grasp. “What’s the matter? Did I say something wrong? If my words weren’t clear, I’ll repeat them for you. Pay attention! Our family does not accept the son of a

reverberated in the

a chilling aura emanating

onlooker held their breath, refraining from

gradually-one

bold enough to voice such sentiments was Yvette, and everyone awaited.

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explosive

eyes gleaming a malevolent red. Witnessing this,

retorted, “She’s no better than the rest! Do you really think.

mean!” Yvette

turned around

an invisible presence, head bowed, lost

there, you damned bastard!”

the

a moment, letting the breeze clear her thoughts. Soon, she regained her composure. Every word from the recent exchange had reached her ears without. missing a beat. Could it be…