Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Chapter 683

He was excited as hell inside, but maintained a cool exterior, even pretending to be disappointed.

Feynman’s heart skipped a beat in an instant.

“What’s up, Professor Smith? Got a problem?”

Nolan glanced at Erlinda’s portrait, with no sympathy, only thought this family was dumber than a bag of hammers.

“Mr. Frost, let’s not talk shop at Erlinda’s funeral. I’m afraid my critique may have been a bit too harsh, may even disturb her peace in death. Let’s just be here for Erlinda today. As for the script, I’ll reach out to some investors when I get back but I can’t make any promises. Don’t worry, it’s Erlinda’s plece, I’ll do my best to attract investors.”

Feynman started sighing, Erlinda’s mother was crying on the side.

“Professor Smith, thank you. You’re a real stand–up guy. Erlinda was always a handful; glad this didn’t add to your troubles.

Nolan patted Feynman’s shoulder gently.

The funeral wasn’t very crowded, Erlinda was always a shy one, not many friends at school.

The funeral was simple and to the point.

When Feynman and Jean got back to their room, they found Maja waiting at their door.

Feynman was already down in the dumps from losing his daughter, seeing this woman there just added insult to the injury.

He grabbed a broom nearby and charged at Maja.

thief! Murderer! It’s probably you who killed Erlinda! How could you

eyes were also burning with

deflected the sweeping broom, looking at this stubborn couple.

were still convinced that they

the murderer, but these parents were

out the

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Erlinda’s reputation. But she wanted these two to feel guilty, to prick

I could, tragedy struck. Look at your trusted

is!”

the

voice pleading for mercy came

please,

gone through this so many times, you should be used to it by

“Please.”

me so much, you better do as I tell you. You know what will happen if I call your parents, right?”

trusted Nolan more than

a few minutes long, followed by Nolan’s scolding, his instructions to Erlinda,

front of her, a faint smile curling up at

trauma. You

knife, stabbing straight into Feynman and

the letter Erlinda had written

down. When I received the letter and tried to contact her, she had already

reading it,