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.

from her incessant tears. Fortunately, with Sheralyn’s

end. The business partners, relatives, and

untimely demise of a young

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

Sheralyn escorted Frida out of the

of you!

not 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 it?”

anger as she locked her gaze on Gwendolyn. “So she thinks she can absolve herself by feigning ignorance? My brother sacrificed his life for her! But look at her, not a single tear shed in his

Sheralyn before the latter could curse

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 of your mind

kept her head down and

tears still staining her face, Frida approached Gwendolyn and offered a slight

you realize what you’re doing? You’re actually

looked at Gwendolyn before she said in a heavy tone, “I apologize to you for what my daughter said.

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

been mean to me. Why is she

is right, I am responsible for his death. Don’t

bittersweet smile. “Mr. Harris is right. If

to ache, and she felt

trying to

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

took it with trembling

aside for now. Find a seat and take your time to read

Sheralyn leaned on each other

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

photo adorned the

was marred by the

the familiar yet aloof countenance with just a single

It was Maverick.

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

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

only man she had ever truly loved. From

as she tirelessly wiped off the

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

the cold and dislikes getting wet in the rain. I must