Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 233 Where To Go

The painting lay spread out on the table, labeled with Eileen’s name.

Jasper’s fingers traced over the painting. “Is she the winner of this competition?” Every time. he came across something related to her, his emotions would subconsciously calm down.

Fabian replied, “The organizers sent this over. They want to hear your opinion.”

Truth be told, Fabian had always known that Eileen would definitely participate in this competition. She loved painting, and her skills were on par with any professional artist.

“Does she know that Smith Corporation is a co-organizer of this competition?” Jasper asked.

Fabian answered, “No one knows, so I assume Ms. Eileen is equally clueless.”

“That’s all for now.”

“Yes, Mr. Smith.”

Fabian left, closing the office door behind him. Jasper meticulously scanned every detail of the painting. She hasn’t contacted me these past few days because of this.

Eileen was clear-headed and knew exactly what she wanted. No matter what happened, she could always maintain a rational mind.

Sometimes, Jasper wished she would throw a tantrum instead of doing nothing at all. At least then he could feel that she cared for him, even if it was just a little.

Feeling upset that she had easily pushed him towards someone else, Jasper soon called the organizers.

One afternoon, five days later, Eileen asked, “Is there anything to eat, Mary? I’m hungry.” Eileen hadn’t changed her clothes for days. Her hair was clumped together and extremely greasy, while her body emanated a peculiar odor.

Mary was picking vegetables when she saw Eileen looking disheveled. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t say anything. “Ms. Eileen, it’s not mealtime yet, but how about I make you some eggs and toast?”

“You’re not allowed to cook for her. From now on, if she’s hungry, she can come down to cat during mealtime. Otherwise, she’ll be spoiled.”

had brought into the room. Running her hand through her hair, she looked as if she had just woken up. Squinting, she walked downstairs and saw Eric casually sitting on the couch. He had

|||

<

14

company matters.

Eileen walked past him and went to the TV cabinet. She found that the snacks. that were usually stocked were gone, leaving only an empty plastic bag. It

to his remarks. She closed the cabinet and headed back to the kitchen. Mary couldn’t bear it either. If this continued,

Eileen saw that it was filled with various vegetables and

through the fridge. Looking rather listless, she took out a bottle of chilled orange juice. “Where

might be gone for a long time,

It should be enough to sustain you until you find a new job.”

quickly

speaking timidly. “If I leave, there will be no one to clean the villa or cook for you.”

starve to death, nor do I need anyone to take

this home has long been broken. What’s the point in holding on?

to head upstairs with a bottle of juice, someone suddenly blocked

Eric could speak, Eileen, seemingly lifeless, looked at the staircase behind him. “You should go too. Don’t waste your time on me. I

house from the beginning to the end. Does it really matter if anyone

not?

her hand. “Sharon had

I wish her a speedy recovery then, but I won’t be visiting

Sharon was, Eileen simply couldn’t face someone who had been drugging her for over a decade. In fact, she found it laughable that she had once

111

24

suspicions. She

was inevitable. The matter was just the last straw that broke the camel’s

wanted to deceive herself, but she simply couldn’t. She wanted to escape from her predicament, to forget

she was destined to muddle through the rest of

by step,

her room all the time. Now, she was