Mr. Wright and Mrs. Right by Minerva Sowle

Chapter 205 Frida Had Changed

It was raining heavily, and the bodyguard held an umbrella over Frida.

She walked to the side alone to examine the letter.

No one witnessed the expression of shock on her face.

She tightly clutched the letter, her eyes filled with complex emotions. After a few minutes of internal conflict, she stowed away the envelope and returned to Maverick’s grave.

“Mom, what did Maverick say?”

Frida’s face bore a look of devastation as she completely disregarded Sheralyn, seemingly oblivious to her question.

“Mom, what’s wrong with you? Don’t scare me! What did Maverick write in the letter?”

Sheralyn attempted to grab the envelope from Frida’s hand, but the latter skillfully evaded her. Sheralyn thought it was odd and went to snatch the letter again.

In a moment of desperation, Frida tore and crumpled the letter she had opened before swiftly stuffing it into her mouth and swallowing it.

“Mom, what are you doing!”

“Mrs. Wright!”

Everyone was stunned by her action.

Instead of giving everyone an explanation, Frida rushed into the rain and hugged the cold tombstone of Maverick. She wailed, “Maverick! My son, you were still so young. How could you leave me and your sister behind…”

She howled until her voice was hoarse, and the grief etched on her face touched everyone present, causing their eyes to unconsciously turn red.

Coming from a prestigious family, Frida had always maintained an air of nobility. It was the first time she had publicly lost control, embracing the tombstone while crying uncontrollably. Surprisingly, no one deemed her behavior inappropriate.

Even her act of swallowing the entire letter moments ago was understandable. A mother had lost her beloved son, after all. Moreover, Maverick was the most promising child of the Wright family.

Frida’s heart was irreparably shattered.

Gwendolyn watched from a distance, her eyes red but devoid of tears, and her expression remained stoic.

Unnoticed by anyone, her fingertips, concealed beneath Treyton’s suit jacket, dug deeply into her palms. It was as if her heart had grown so numb that she could no longer feel pain.

on the verge of collapsing from her incessant tears. Fortunately, with Sheralyn’s support and persuasive words, her emotional

business partners, relatives, and friends departed one after the other,

demise of a young

the two remaining women in the Wright family, recognizing that their lives would

left, Sheralyn escorted Frida out of

glanced up and noticed Gwendolyn standing under the tree nearby. In an instant, intense anger surged within her. “It’s all because of you! You’re the cause of my brother’s demise! If it weren’t for you, why

argue back but instead lowered her

couldn’t bear to see his younger sister getting bullied and said with a cold face, “Mind your words! She knew

“Knew nothing about it?”

herself by feigning ignorance? My brother sacrificed his life for her! But look at

stopped Sheralyn before the latter could curse

“Mom! She’s the one who got Maverick killed! What’s wrong with scolding her? Don’t

down

her face, Frida approached Gwendolyn and offered

realize what you’re doing? You’re actually bowing your head

heavy tone, “I apologize to you for what my daughter said. She is overwhelmed with grief and speaks without thinking. I hope you can forgive

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

been mean to me. Why is she acting so

for his

cheeks as she wiped them away with a bittersweet smile. “Mr. Harris is right. If Maverick

to ache, and she felt a slight soreness at

squeezed her palm, trying to stop

handed it to Gwendolyn. “He requested for you to have this in private. Don’t worry,

it with trembling

a seat and take your time to read

on each

the letter inside her bag. After all the relatives and friends who had come to pay their respects had left, she entered the cemetery and approached Maverick’s

photo

image was marred by the raindrops that fell heavily

easily recognized the familiar yet aloof

It was Maverick.

avail. It suddenly dawned on her that she would only be able to

photo, her movements gentle and patient, repeating the process again

ever truly loved. From now

tirelessly wiped off the water stains

ached as he watched Gwendolyn. “Kiddo, it’s pouring outside. You can’t

cold and dislikes getting wet in