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!

from Eileen. The bowl of oatmeal she

joke from Will,

had already packed

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 Mary’s room. I can manage for a few

turning serious. “During this period, Elsie and I need to go out for a while. With me not at home, there won’t be anyone to look after you. If you stay at Eric’s place, there will be someone to watch over you, which will

can take care of

to do that? It’s precisely because no one has been supervising you that you’ve been acting recklessly, even changing classes without permission. I haven’t even

was nothing Eileen could do to

mediate, said, “Alright. There’s no need to be so harsh. Eileen simply doesn’t want to leave home: She didn’t want any of this to happen. Eileen, when we return, the house renovation should be almost complete. Then

a melancholic nod, Eileen didn’t say anything

afternoon, Gavin

filling several large

room.

didn’t bring much with her, only some everyday skincare products and clothes for changing. Unexpectedly, even those items required five large suitcases, and pulling them all at once was quite

was a holiday the following week.

Condominium, Eileen saw Sharon and Vera waiting

stopped, Sharon hurriedly approached and opened the back passenger door.

the car, Sharon grabbed her injured hand, her face full of

hurt at all. It’s just a little scrape, and it’ll

you don’t mind sharing a room with me. I’m not sure if you’ll like

adulthood, she had always been

the door lock code. They saw that an additional bed had been added to Vera’s room.

preferences, all in soft, pastel colors. There was also a pink teddy bear on the head of the bed, a birthday gift she had

identical one, placed in

the right to express her dislikes.

you like it. Sharon and I were worried that you might not. You’re still not well, so you