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

gaze directed at the individuals in the

sense of what was enclosed within the

the favor? Or

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

sizable bags of groceries to the table, remarked, “Sharon, why prepare so much?

lounging on the couch. “What are you looking at, Ms. Eileen? Oh my, this is truly beautiful. Where is this?”

is truly stunning.” Eileen responded. Every picture Elm had sent was clear.

envelopes, ensuring the seals remained intact. Inside, nearly a hundred photos awaited, along with

were drawn to the scene.

inquired with curiosity, “What’s Eileen looking

a friend. I recall that Eileen has

perhaps it’s Elm? I remember, he participated in this year’s

gaze toward Eric, whose gaze

backpack, grasped the USB drive, and slung her bag over her shoulder. “Inform Father,” she stated, “I have my final

you have

won’t; don’t bother preparing then in the future.” She took

realization that Eric had been drugging her milk for five years cast a shadow

the car, she headed to the library.

the seventh floor, Eileen swiped her identification card, found a computer, and

the folder, unveiling a video that unfolded

Hulbury to Musbane, spanning over seven thousand kilometers. Make sure you get a sleeper ticket; don’t make the naive mistake of

accompanied by a stirring emotion that

along the journey. While the train swiftly

Elm’s video, Eileen found herself yearning

if we could video chat? I could see

three in the afternoon, Eileen, emerging from the library, chose to dial

seconds, Elm answered the call promptly.

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

responded indifferently, “Mmm, got

I see the original footage?

requests, not happening! Goodbye.” The call

a more opportune moment to bring up

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