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?

about to step outside when Evelyn grabbed

disdainful look and added, “Ms. Harris said your hands still work even if you have lost your voice, so you can continue by writing the Heagurn

when

I would never be

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

budge. She was feeling 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 an IV drip. She knew that she would surely faint

probably die before she could complete

eyes and thought about what

turned around at the door and saw

wrist, yanked the IV drip out of her hand, and

intense pain

on her face when she

pain? Did you think this would happen to you when you tried to kill Ms. Harris

that and let

knelt on the ground and began writing the Heagurn

were pale, and

sound of a rooster crowing could be heard as dawn approached, but Evelyn hadn’t even

son, Norman Nixon, had just returned at the

man with dark skin, a muscular body, and

in shock when he saw Evelyn kneeling in the

without makeup on, and her frail

at her, Evelyn stopped writing and glanced

helped make her

took was a brief exchange of glances for Norman to develop a crush on

writing

until William interrupted them that they finally broke

dare say a word and quickly made his way past William before

had just gotten out of bed when Norman walked up to her and asked, “Mother, who is that girl in the courtyard? She looks really young and pretty! What

a liking to her?” Margaret knew her