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.

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

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

The business partners, relatives, and friends

lamented the untimely demise of a young

in the Wright family, recognizing that

everyone had left, Sheralyn escorted Frida

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 you show your

argue back

his younger sister getting bullied and said with a cold face, “Mind your words! She knew nothing about

“Knew nothing about it?”

ablaze with anger as she locked her gaze on Gwendolyn. “So she thinks she can absolve herself by feigning ignorance? My brother sacrificed his life for her! But look at her, not a single tear

Sheralyn before the latter

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

kept her head down and

tears still staining her face, Frida approached Gwendolyn and offered a slight

realize what you’re doing? You’re actually

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

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

been mean to me.

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

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

you deeply” caused Gwendolyn’s heart to ache, and she felt a slight soreness at the tip of her

squeezed her palm, trying to stop

from her bag and handed it to Gwendolyn. “He requested for you to have this

took it with trembling

for now. Find a seat and take your time to read it when you go

and Sheralyn leaned on each

all the relatives and friends who had

small photo adorned

image was marred by the

the familiar yet aloof countenance with

It was Maverick.

and villa for a photo of him but to no avail. It suddenly dawned on her that she would only be able to behold his image on the

water droplets off the photo, her movements gentle and

ever truly loved. From now

her tears as she tirelessly wiped off the