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 grown so numb that she could no longer feel

collapsing from her incessant tears. Fortunately, with Sheralyn’s support and persuasive words, her emotional

partners, relatives, and friends departed one

individuals lamented the untimely demise of a

sympathized with the two remaining women in the Wright family, recognizing that their

escorted Frida out

under the tree nearby. In an instant, intense anger surged within her. “It’s all because of you! You’re

back but instead

face, “Mind your words! She knew nothing about the

“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 brother sacrificed his life for her! But look at her, not a single tear shed in his memory.

stopped Sheralyn before the

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

her head down

her face, Frida approached Gwendolyn and offered

what you’re doing? You’re

and 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

for his death. Don’t you hate me

rolled 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

ache, and she felt a slight soreness at the tip

tightly squeezed her palm, trying to stop

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

it with trembling

set the letter aside for now. Find a seat and

leaned on each

who had come to pay their

photo adorned the

marred by the raindrops that fell heavily upon

Gwendolyn easily recognized the familiar yet

It was Maverick.

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

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

truly loved. From

she tirelessly wiped