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.

Erlinda! How could you show your face

Feynman, but her eyes

deflected the sweeping broom, looking at this stubborn

were still convinced that they

but these

out the

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by anyone else; it will tarnish Erlinda’s reputation. But she wanted these two to feel guilty, to

recording Erlinda left behind. I wanted to help her, but before I could, tragedy struck. Look at your trusted Professor

is!”

play button on the recording was

pleading for mercy came

please, don’t.”

so many times, you should be used to

“Please.”

as I tell you. You know what will happen if I

scold her, they trusted Nolan

Nolan’s scolding, his

disbelieving couple in front of her, a faint smile curling

You even invited that scumbag Nolan to her funeral. Aren’t you afraid of

a knife, stabbing straight into Feynman and Jean’s hearts.

the letter Erlinda had written to her and

asking me to bring Nolan down. When I received the letter and tried to contact her, she had already met

reading it,