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.

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

scene, Albert promptly halted his conversation with a few friends, set down his wine glass, and approached to pull Yvette

possibly invite such a person to my

a frosty undertone in his narrow, almond-shaped eyes, responded, “Why

unable to do anything, and you’re all flustered

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

descended from the upstairs study. The butler was poised to intervene, mindful of the

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

Mrs. Friedman.”

observed the unfolding drama, her gaze indifferent as it fell on Elm. The resemblance in those eyebrows and eyes

frowned. “Yvette, enough is

family does not accept the son of a homewrecker and burlesque performer! You’re just as contemptible as your unwell mother!

sentence reverberated in the tense

in, accompanied by a chilling aura

held their breath, refraining from even the

forward gradually-one second, two seconds…

such sentiments was Yvette, and everyone awaited.

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explosive

his eyes gleaming a malevolent red. Witnessing

rest! Do you really

you mean!”

turned around and

head bowed, lost in her

right there, you damned

Elm’s departing figure, Albert observed the latter’s departure with a hint of unease in his gaze.

clear her thoughts. Soon, she regained her composure. Every word from the recent exchange had reached her ears without. missing a