Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 110 Where Do I Stay

When Eileen woke up, it was already the weekend of the following day. It felt as if she had experienced a catastrophe in her dreams. The pajamas she wore were almost soaked, and her body was burning up like a furnace.

Mary, breathing heavily, carried the oatmeal upstairs. Climbing up to the fifth floor was no easy task for an old woman like her. When she saw Eileen sitting on the bed, lost in thought with a vacant look in her eyes, she couldn’t tell what Eileen was thinking.

Eileen hadn’t even noticed when Mary entered. It was only when she heard Mary’s voice that she turned around.

“Ms. Eileen, you’ve been asleep for a whole day and night. Please eat something!” Mary said.

Eileen looked at Mary with teary eyes. “What did the police say to Dad when they came yesterday?”

Mary replied, “I didn’t understand what they were saying either! But they assured me that they would handle the situation for you. Mr. Swan’ won’t let the man who threatened you with a knife get away with it.”

Eileen looked away, her eyelashes trembling as she glanced at the bandaged gauze on the back of her hand. Without much thought, she had already guessed Hector’s fate. Dad will surely make him pay a thousandfold. Even if he ends up in prison, he will be in utter despair. But there’s nothing I can do about it.

Eileen carefully sipped her oatmeal. She couldn’t apply too much force with her hand as it would strain her stitches, making eating a bit of a struggle.

As Mary left the room, Eileen noticed that a significant amount of furniture was missing. The paintings that once adorned the walls were gone.

“Mary, where are my paintings?” Eileen asked.

Mary suddenly remembered something. “Since you moved in, there have been frequent dangerous situations. The gentleman said it’s because of the poor feng shui of the house. Wel need to renovate the room in a few days.”

Eileen’s hand, holding the bowl, visibly trembled. “If the room is being renovated, where am I supposed to live?”

“You might have to stay at Mr. Snow’s house for a few days,” Mary answered.

Clang!

reaction from Eileen. The bowl of oatmeal she

it was just a joke from Will, but she

had already

could only eat the oatmeal in her bowl. She lowered her head, took a few spoonfuls, and said, “Dad, does it have to be Eric’s house? I could stay in Vera’s room. Or I could move to

out for a while. With me not at home, there won’t be anyone to look after you.

take care of myself.”

permission. I haven’t even

Eileen could do to change the

want any of this to happen. Eileen, when we return, the house renovation should be almost complete. Then

melancholic nod, Eileen didn’t say anything

in the afternoon, Gavin came to

her belongings, filling several large boxes,

room.

everyday skincare products and clothes for changing. Unexpectedly, even those items required five

the following week. After Christmas, New Year’s Eve would

and Vera waiting downstairs since early morning.

stopped, Sharon hurriedly approached and

of the car, Sharon grabbed her injured hand, her face full of concern. “Let me see! You poor thing.

just a little scrape, and

However, I hope you don’t mind sharing a room with me. I’m not sure if you’ll like how I’ve arranged it…” She affectionately took hold of Eileen’s wrist as

From childhood to adulthood, she had always been alone in her own room. She was not accustomed to living

They saw that an additional bed had been added to

duvet covers were all purchased by Sharon according to Eileen’s preferences, all in soft, pastel colors. There was also a pink teddy bear on the head of the bed,

an identical one,

didn’t have the right to express her dislikes. “Thank you. I really

were worried that you might not. You’re still