The Ex and Her Riches

It was raining heavily, and the bodyguard held an umbrella over Frida.

She walked to the side alone to examine the letter.

No one witnessed the expression of shock on her face.

She tightly clutched the letter, her eyes filled with complex emotions. After a few minutes of internal conflict, she stowed away the envelope and returned to Maverick’s grave.

“Mom, what did Maverick say?”

Frida’s face bore a look of devastation as she completely disregarded Sheralyn, seemingly oblivious to her question.

“Mom, what’s wrong with you? Don’t scare me! What did Maverick write in the letter?”

Sheralyn attempted to grab the envelope from Frida’s hand, but the latter skillfully evaded her. Sheralyn thought it was odd and went to snatch the letter again.

In a moment of desperation, Frida tore and crumpled the letter she had opened before swiftly stuffing it into her mouth and swallowing it.

“Mom, what are you doing!”

“Mrs. Wright!”

Everyone was stunned by her action.

Instead of giving everyone an explanation, Frida rushed into the rain and hugged the cold tombstone of Maverick. She wailed, “Maverick! My son, you were still so young. How could you leave me and your sister behind…”

She howled until her voice was hoarse, and the grief etched on her face touched everyone present, causing their eyes to unconsciously turn red.

Coming from a prestigious family, Frida had always maintained an air of nobility. It was the first time she had publicly lost control, embracing the tombstone while crying uncontrollably. Surprisingly, no one deemed her behavior inappropriate.

Even her act of swallowing the entire letter moments ago was understandable. A mother had lost her beloved son, after all. Moreover, Maverick was the most promising child of the Wright family.

Frida’s heart was irreparably shattered.

Gwendolyn watched from a distance, her eyes red but devoid of tears, and her expression remained stoic.

her fingertips, concealed beneath Treyton’s suit jacket, dug deeply into her palms. It was as if her heart had grown so numb that she could

Frida was on the verge of collapsing from her incessant tears. Fortunately, with Sheralyn’s

finally came to an end. The business partners, relatives, and friends

individuals lamented the untimely demise of a

the Wright family, recognizing that their lives would be challenging

had left, Sheralyn escorted

and noticed Gwendolyn standing under the tree nearby. In an instant, intense anger surged within her. “It’s all because of you! You’re the cause of my brother’s demise! If it weren’t for you, why would he be dead? How dare

did not argue back

getting bullied and said with a cold face, “Mind your words! She knew

“Knew nothing about it?”

she locked her gaze on Gwendolyn. “So she thinks she can absolve herself by feigning ignorance? My brother sacrificed his life

stopped Sheralyn before the latter

who got Maverick killed! What’s wrong with scolding her? Don’t you hate her too? Are

kept her head down and didn’t refute

her face, Frida

do you realize what you’re doing? You’re actually bowing

looked at Gwendolyn before she said in a heavy tone, “I apologize to you for what

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

always been mean to me. Why is she acting so

right, I am responsible for his death. Don’t

Harris is right. If Maverick made such a choice, it means he must

ache, and she felt a slight soreness at the tip

tightly squeezed her palm, trying to stop the

her bag and handed it to Gwendolyn. “He requested for you to have this in private. Don’t worry,

it with trembling

“Let’s set the letter aside for now. Find a seat and take your time

Frida and Sheralyn leaned on each other for

the relatives and friends who had come to pay their respects had left, she entered the cemetery and approached Maverick’s tombstone

small photo adorned the

image was marred by the raindrops that fell heavily

familiar yet aloof countenance with just a single

It was Maverick.

for a photo of him but to no avail. It suddenly dawned on her that she would

delicately wiped the water droplets off the photo, her movements gentle and patient,

ever truly loved. From now on, she would never hear his

she tirelessly wiped off the