Wooing My Ex-Wife

Meanwhile, in the countryside, Evelyn had just woken up from a splitting headache.

She had a really long dream while she was unconscious. In that dream, Marcus was young and not bound to his wheelchair.

He carried Evelyn on his shoulders and brought her to the amusement park where he proudly told everyone that she was his beloved daughter.

They were having a great time in the dream, but then her vision slowly faded away as she woke up, and she was back at the old house again.

The dim ceiling light hanging above her head was all that filled her eyes, and an endless torment was all that awaited her.

That beautiful dream came to an end as she fully came to her senses.

Marcus would never come back to life, and it was she who ordered Lorelai to push him down the stairs. Even if he was still alive, he would never announce her identity as his daughter.

In the end, it’s all just a beautiful dream…

Evelyn’s lips curled into a wry smile as she laughed at her own fate.

Margaret was casually munching on some snacks while sitting next to her.

She let out a sigh and said with a frown, “You’re finally awake, huh? I guess having a doctor treat you really does work wonders. Still, your body is ridiculously weak! You didn’t even last a day! You have a whole year ahead of you, so I hope you’ll at least try to enjoy your time here!”

Evelyn tried to say something in response, only to realize she had lost her voice. Her throat was so badly injured that even swallowing hurt a lot. She was hooked up to an IV drip and had bandages all over her wounds.

Oh? What’s this? Did Gwendolyn have a doctor treat me because she feels bad for me? Is she going to spare me or something?

What Margaret said next, however, shattered whatever hope she had built up.

“Now that you’re awake, hurry up and get out of bed! You’ve been sleeping all day! It’s night time now, so get to the courtyard and recite the Heagurn Sutra on your knees!”

What? I can’t even speak, and she wants me to recite the Heagurn Sutra?

Evelyn grabbed her by the

say, Margaret shot her a disdainful look and added, “Ms. Harris said your hands still work even if you have lost your voice, so you can continue by

speechless when she heard

five million words! I would never be able to finish writing it

little annoyed when she saw the look of shock and anger in Evelyn’s eyes. “Quit wasting time! Hurry up

extremely dizzy after waking up from unconsciousness, and her fever had yet to subside. On top of that, her left hand was still hooked up to

die before she could complete

closed her eyes and thought

when she turned around at the door and saw that Evelyn was

by the wrist, yanked the IV drip out of her hand, and dragged her off

to the floor and landed on her knees. An intense pain shot through her body, but she couldn’t

her face when she

happen to you when you tried to kill Ms. Harris before?

struggling after hearing that and let Margaret drag her to the

over her, she knelt on the ground and began writing the

pale, and

as dawn approached,

son, Norman Nixon, had

skin, a muscular body, and

shock when he saw Evelyn kneeling in the

looked incredibly charming without makeup on, and her frail state easily triggered the

Evelyn stopped

eyes helped make her look

of glances for Norman to develop a

Keep writing

interrupted them that they finally

and quickly made his

her and asked, “Mother, who is that girl in the courtyard? She looks really young and pretty! What did she

you taken a liking to her?” Margaret knew her son all too