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!

The bowl of oatmeal she was holding, barely touched, was thrown, shattering into pieces on

a joke from Will, but she

Mary had already packed Eileen’s suitcase.

few spoonfuls, and said, “Dad, does it have to be Eric’s house? I could stay

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

can take care of

has been supervising you that you’ve been acting recklessly, even changing classes without permission. I haven’t even dealt with that issue yet! You better behave yourself during this period and stop causing trouble for Eric. That’s final. Someone will come to pick

could do to

trying 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

nod, Eileen didn’t say anything more.

afternoon, Gavin came

belongings, filling several

room.

some everyday skincare products and clothes for changing. Unexpectedly, even those items required five large suitcases, and pulling them all

at school, but there was a holiday the following week. After Christmas, New Year’s

saw Sharon and Vera waiting downstairs since early morning.

the car stopped, Sharon hurriedly

hand, her face full of concern. “Let me see! You poor thing.

doesn’t hurt at all. It’s just a little scrape, and it’ll heal in a few days,” Eileen replied.

I hope you don’t mind sharing a room with me. I’m not sure

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

saw that an additional bed had been added

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

had an identical one, placed in the

under someone else’s roof, Eileen didn’t have the right to express her

you might not. You’re still not well, so