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.

beneath Treyton’s suit jacket, dug deeply into her palms. It was as if her heart had

of collapsing from her incessant

an end. The business partners, relatives, and friends

the untimely demise of

that their lives would be challenging with Dexter lurking in the background,

had left, Sheralyn escorted

anger surged within her. “It’s all because of you! You’re the cause of my brother’s demise! If

not argue back but

bear to see his younger sister getting bullied and said with a cold face,

“Knew nothing about it?”

“So she thinks she can absolve herself by feigning ignorance? My brother sacrificed his life for her! But

before the latter could curse out

looked back at her mother in disbelief. “Mom! She’s the one who got Maverick killed! What’s wrong with scolding her? Don’t you hate her too? Are you out of your

her head down and

tears still staining her face, Frida approached Gwendolyn and

taken aback. “Mom, do you realize what you’re doing?

tone, “I apologize to you for what my daughter said. She is overwhelmed with grief and speaks without thinking. I hope

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

has always been mean to me. Why is

responsible for his death. Don’t you hate me

down Frida’s cheeks as she wiped them away with a bittersweet smile. “Mr. Harris is right. If Maverick made such a choice, it means he must

and she felt a slight soreness at the tip of

trying to

“He requested for you to have

took it with trembling

the letter aside for now. Find a seat and take your time to read it when you

Frida and Sheralyn leaned on each

her bag. After all the relatives and friends who had come to pay their

small photo adorned

was marred by the raindrops that

familiar yet aloof countenance with just a single

It was Maverick.

avail. It suddenly dawned on her that she would only be able to behold his image on the tombstone in the days to

wiped the water droplets off the photo, her movements gentle and patient, repeating the process again

From now on, she would never hear his tender

back her tears as she tirelessly wiped off