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.

Snow,” the housekeeper greeted.

gaze directed at the individuals

glance, already had a sense of what was enclosed within the envelope.

way of returning the favor? Or perhaps

freshly-baked brownies. “Mr. Snow, Vera, you’re just in time. Come

groceries to the table, remarked, “Sharon, why prepare so much? We can’t possibly consume all of this.

on the couch. “What are

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

remained intact. Inside, nearly a hundred photos awaited,

eyes were drawn to the

inquired with curiosity, “What’s Eileen

friend. I recall that Eileen has a friend with the last name Smith,” Sharon

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

Vera shifted her gaze toward Eric,

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

Eileen, won’t you have

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

drugging her milk for five years cast a

the car, she headed to the

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

the folder, unveiling a video that unfolded over three to four hours.

“There’s a train from Hulbury to Musbane, spanning over seven thousand

accompanied by a stirring emotion that warmed her heart

train’s window captured the most enchanting vistas along the journey. While the train swiftly traversed these fleeting landscapes, Elm skillfully slowed down the frames, allowing her to savor every

Eileen found herself yearning for

chat? I could

in the afternoon, Eileen, emerging

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

received it, and I appreciate it. The photos you

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

I see the original footage? The unedited version,” Eileen requested.

Elm replied, “So many requests, not

decided to wait for a more opportune moment to bring up the subject when he

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