Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 163 Anything Else

Amidst the enchanting backdrop of Moulmore, Remdik, Elm shared glimpses of his solitary journey, capturing the ethereal beauty of the aurora and a charming selfie with a reindeer.

Dressed in a black storm suit, his hooded coat adorned with strands of hair dusted with Blake frost. Elm’s images elicited a gentle smile from Eileen.

Her gratitude flowed through a message: It’s beautiful. Thank you.

Thank you for experiencing these sights on my behalf.

In the distant reaches of Moulmore, Elm traversed the icy landscape alone, his tent emitting. wisps of smoke against the harsh winter backdrop.

Despite a significant fifteen-hour time difference between Remdik and his home country, Elm remained unperturbed as he embarked on a solitary journey. Along the way, he crossed paths with other travelers who were also reveling in their holiday adventures.

A voice in Remdikian called out from behind, “Elm, it’s time to eat.”

Seeing the reply he got from Eileen, Elm chose not to respond. Instead, he stored away his phone and exited the extended tent.

On the eve of New Year’s Eve, the company granted everyone time off, and Eric and Vera were busy decorating the residence with red lights that adorned the glass windows, swiftly infusing the home with a festive atmosphere.

Sharon, having injured her waist, returned from the hospital to the Swan residence just in time for the New Year, although Eileen wasn’t sure how long she would stay this time.

Enjoying a rare day off at home, Eileen didn’t want to waste her time. With a bag on her back, she descended from upstairs.

Sharon emerged from the kitchen, saying, “The New Year is almost here; where are you planning to go?”

“I’m going to the library to borrow some materials.”

“We’re on holiday; why are you still studying? Take a good rest at home. I’ve made some brownies; they’ll be ready soon.”

Just then, another voice rang out. “Ms. Eileen, there’s a letter for you in the mailbox!” A housekeeper held a thick stack of envelopes. “In this day and age, it’s strange that people still send letters, especially all the way from Remdik.”

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When she heard the housekeeper’s words, the first person that came to Eileen’s mind was Elm.

Eileen accepted the letter, unfolding its contents, as Eric and Vera returned with their shopping spoils, each carrying two large bags in their hands.

the housekeeper

at the individuals in

a sense of what

returning the favor? Or perhaps a New Year’s gift?

Sharon emerged from the kitchen, cradling a tray of freshly-baked brownies. “Mr. Snow, Vera, you’re just in time. Come have some brownies!”

why prepare so much? We can’t possibly consume all

a cup of warm milk and sandwiches to the person lounging on the couch. “What

Eileen responded. Every

intact. Inside, nearly a hundred photos awaited,

were drawn to the

inquired with curiosity, “What’s Eileen

letter from a friend. I recall that Eileen has

I remember,

shifted her gaze toward Eric, whose

backpack, grasped the USB drive, and slung her bag over her shoulder. “Inform Father,” she stated, “I have my final piano lesson today, so I won’t be home for lunch.”

you have your milk?”

don’t bother preparing then in the future.” She took a bite of her sandwich and

for five years cast a shadow over Eileen’s

entering the car, she headed to the library.

free computers awaited her use. Reaching the seventh floor, Eileen swiped her identification card, found a

clicked on the folder, unveiling a video that unfolded over

his voice resonated, “There’s a train from Hulbury to Musbane, spanning over seven thousand kilometers. Make sure you get a sleeper ticket; don’t make the naive mistake of opting for a seat. It’ll be a nightmare…”

Eileen’s lips, accompanied by a stirring emotion that warmed her heart in an unprecedented

the journey. While the train swiftly traversed these fleeting landscapes,

the conclusion of Elm’s video, Eileen found herself yearning

chat? I could see it for

day having progressed to two or three in the afternoon, Eileen, emerging from the

answered the call promptly. “What is it, Ms. Eileen? What do you want?”

I’ve received it, and I appreciate it. The photos

end, reminiscent of just waking up, responded indifferently, “Mmm, got it,” before adding, “Anything else? I’m about to

I see the original footage? The

of nonchalance, Elm replied, “So many requests, not happening! Goodbye.” The call concluded with

Eileen decided to wait for a more opportune moment to bring up the

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