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.

was on the verge of collapsing from her incessant tears. Fortunately, with

an end. The business partners, relatives, and friends departed one after the

untimely demise of a young business

the Wright family, recognizing that their lives would be challenging with Dexter lurking

Sheralyn escorted Frida out of

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 would he be dead? How dare you

back

bullied and said with a cold face, “Mind your words! She knew nothing about the matter, and this was your brother’s

“Knew nothing about it?”

locked her gaze on Gwendolyn. “So she thinks she can absolve herself by feigning ignorance? My brother sacrificed his life

stopped Sheralyn before the latter

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

kept her head down and didn’t refute

face, Frida

“Mom, do you realize what you’re doing? You’re actually bowing your

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

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

to me. Why is she acting so

right, I am responsible for his

Frida’s cheeks as she wiped them away with a bittersweet smile. “Mr. Harris is right. If Maverick made such a

deeply” caused Gwendolyn’s heart to ache, and she felt a

tightly squeezed her palm, trying to

blank envelope from her bag and handed it to Gwendolyn. “He requested

took it

“Let’s set the letter aside for now. Find a seat and take your

and Sheralyn leaned on each other

the letter inside her bag. After all the relatives and friends who had

photo

was marred by the raindrops that fell heavily upon

easily recognized the familiar yet aloof countenance with

It was Maverick.

but to no avail. It suddenly dawned on her that she would only be able to behold his image on the tombstone in

the water droplets off the photo, her movements gentle and patient, repeating the process again and

the only man she had ever truly loved. From now

tirelessly wiped off the water stains from the

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

stubborn determination. “He is afraid of the cold and dislikes getting wet in the rain. I must do