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.

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

collapsing from her incessant tears. Fortunately, with

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

the untimely demise of

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

left, Sheralyn escorted Frida out of

of you! You’re the cause of my brother’s demise! If it

argue back but

couldn’t bear to see his younger sister getting bullied and said with a cold face, “Mind your words! She knew

“Knew nothing about it?”

advanced, her eyes ablaze with anger as she locked her gaze on Gwendolyn. “So she thinks she can absolve herself by feigning ignorance? My

stopped Sheralyn before the latter

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

Gwendolyn kept her head down and didn’t refute

face, Frida approached Gwendolyn and offered a

you realize what

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

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

me. Why is

I am responsible for his death. Don’t you hate me

Harris is right. If Maverick made such a choice, it means he must have loved you deeply. I will honor

heart to ache, and she felt a slight soreness

palm, trying to stop the tears

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

it with trembling

seat and take your time to read it when you

that, Frida and Sheralyn leaned on each

bag. After all the relatives and friends who had come

small photo adorned

image was marred by the

yet aloof countenance with just a

It was Maverick.

It suddenly dawned on her that she would only be able to behold

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

From now

tirelessly wiped