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?

step outside when Evelyn grabbed her by the arm and

shot her a disdainful look and added, “Ms. Harris said your hands still work even if

when she

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

anger in Evelyn’s eyes. “Quit

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 if she

rate, she would probably die before

closed her eyes and thought about what she should

got irritated when she turned around at the door

ran forward and grabbed Evelyn by the wrist, yanked the IV drip out of

knees. An intense pain shot through her

on her face when she saw Evelyn’s

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

and let Margaret drag her to

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

and she looked incredibly

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

son, Norman Nixon, had just returned at the

was a young man with dark skin, a muscular body, and

in shock when he saw Evelyn

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

at her, Evelyn stopped writing and

helped make her look

of glances for

Keep writing

interrupted them that they finally broke eye

word and quickly made his way past

asked, “Mother, who is that girl in the

her?” Margaret