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 palms. It was as if her heart had grown

verge of collapsing from her incessant tears. Fortunately, with Sheralyn’s support

to an end. The business partners, relatives, and friends departed one after the other, each

untimely demise of a

remaining women in the Wright family, recognizing that their lives would be challenging

left, Sheralyn escorted Frida out of

you! You’re the cause of my brother’s demise! If it weren’t for you, why

argue back but

with a cold face, “Mind your words! She knew nothing about the matter, and this was

“Knew nothing about it?”

thinks she can absolve herself by feigning ignorance? My

stopped Sheralyn before the

who got Maverick killed! What’s wrong with scolding her? Don’t you hate her too? Are you out of your mind to defend

down

still staining her face, Frida approached

what you’re doing? You’re

in a heavy tone, “I apologize to you for what my

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

has always been mean to me. Why is she

am responsible for his death. Don’t you hate

as she wiped them away with a bittersweet smile. “Mr. Harris is right. If Maverick made

deeply” caused Gwendolyn’s heart to ache, and she felt

squeezed her palm, trying to stop

Gwendolyn. “He requested for you to

it with

the letter aside for now. Find a seat

that, Frida and Sheralyn leaned on each other for

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

photo

the

easily recognized the familiar yet aloof countenance with

It was Maverick.

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

off the photo, her

loved. From now on, she would never hear his tender crooning

as she tirelessly