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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lips, Yvette assumed the demeanor of the lady of the house. arms crossed, staring down

with a few friends, set down his wine glass, and approached to pull Yvette away. “Mrs. Friedman was the one who

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

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

unable to do anything, and you’re all flustered and frustrated,” Elm continued, his

you. In fact, seeing you makes me sick! Where

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

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

well, Mrs.

it fell on Elm. The resemblance

“Yvette, enough is

Our family does

in the

in, accompanied by a chilling

held their breath, refraining from even

forward gradually-one second, two seconds…

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

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explosive response.

he defied expectations by releasing a low, eerie laugh, his eyes gleaming a malevolent

no better than the rest! Do you really think. your mother is some kind of

do you mean!” Yvette

around and departed without a

seemed like an invisible presence, head bowed,

there, you damned

the latter’s departure with a hint of unease in his gaze.

for 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