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.

collapsing from her incessant tears. Fortunately, with

business partners, relatives, and friends departed one

individuals lamented the untimely demise of a

recognizing that their lives would be challenging

everyone had left, Sheralyn escorted Frida out

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 would he be dead? How

argue back but instead lowered

bear to see his younger sister getting bullied and said with a cold face, “Mind your words! She knew nothing about the

“Knew nothing about it?”

thinks she can absolve herself by feigning ignorance? My brother sacrificed his life for

the latter could curse out more

looked back at her mother in disbelief. “Mom! She’s the one who got Maverick killed! What’s wrong with scolding her? Don’t you hate her too? Are you out

down and

tears still staining her face, Frida approached Gwendolyn and offered

aback. “Mom, do you realize what you’re doing? You’re

to you for what my daughter said. She is overwhelmed with grief

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

mean to me. Why is

right, I am responsible for his death. Don’t you hate me at

them away with a bittersweet smile. “Mr. Harris is right. If Maverick made such a choice, it means he must have loved you

caused Gwendolyn’s heart to ache, and she felt

palm, trying to stop the tears

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

took it

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

leaned on each other for support

friends who had come to pay their respects had left, she entered the cemetery

photo adorned

marred by the raindrops that fell heavily

familiar yet aloof countenance with just a single

It was Maverick.

for a photo of him but to no avail. It suddenly dawned on her that she would only

the photo, her movements gentle and patient, repeating the

man she had ever truly loved. From now on, she would never hear his tender crooning

her tears as she tirelessly wiped off the water stains from

watched Gwendolyn. “Kiddo, it’s pouring outside.

the cold and dislikes getting wet in the rain. I must do this one last