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.

you who killed Erlinda! How could you show your face

was shielded behind Feynman, but her eyes were

broom, looking at this stubborn couple.

still convinced that they

was the murderer, but these parents were

out

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recording can’t be heard by anyone else; it will tarnish Erlinda’s reputation. But she wanted these

to help her, but before I could, tragedy struck. Look at your trusted Professor

is!”

on the recording was

for

Smith, please, don’t.”

this so many

“Please.”

so much, you better do as I tell you.

her, they trusted

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

in front of her, a faint smile curling up at the corner of

a trauma. You even invited that scumbag Nolan to her funeral. Aren’t you afraid of ruining her funeral? You really are

words were like a knife, stabbing straight into Feynman

letter Erlinda had written

from Erlinda. She gave me three scripts, only asking me to bring Nolan down. When I received the letter and tried to contact her, she had

letter, and after reading it,