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 fingertips, concealed beneath Treyton’s suit jacket, dug deeply into her palms. It

her incessant tears.

came to an end. The business partners, relatives, and friends departed

individuals lamented the untimely demise of a

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

left, Sheralyn escorted Frida

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

argue back but instead lowered

a cold face, “Mind your words! She knew nothing

“Knew nothing about it?”

thinks she can absolve herself by feigning ignorance? My brother sacrificed his life

before the

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 didn’t refute

face, Frida approached Gwendolyn and offered

was taken aback. “Mom, do you realize what

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

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

to me.

for his death. Don’t

away with a bittersweet smile. “Mr. Harris is right. If Maverick made such a choice, it means he must have loved you

ache, and she

squeezed her palm, trying to stop the tears from

handed it to Gwendolyn. “He requested for you to have this in private. Don’t worry, I haven’t read

took it

a seat

that, Frida and Sheralyn leaned on each other for support and

and friends who had come to pay their respects had left, she entered the cemetery and approached Maverick’s

photo adorned

by the

yet aloof countenance with

It was Maverick.

no avail. It suddenly dawned on her that she would only be able to

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

truly loved. From now on, she would

back her tears as she tirelessly wiped off the water stains from the