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.

of collapsing from her incessant tears. Fortunately, with

and friends departed one after the other, each

lamented the untimely demise

individuals sympathized with the two remaining women in the Wright family, recognizing that their lives would be challenging with

escorted Frida out of the

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

did not argue back but

face, “Mind your words! She knew nothing about the matter, and this was

“Knew nothing about it?”

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

before the latter could curse out more

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

her head down and didn’t refute

staining her face, Frida approached Gwendolyn and offered

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

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

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

me.

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

is right. If Maverick made such a

“loved you deeply” caused Gwendolyn’s heart to ache, and she felt a slight soreness at the tip of her

squeezed her palm, trying to stop the

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

it with trembling

seat and take

each other

inside her bag. After all the relatives and friends who had come to pay their respects had left, she entered

photo adorned

image was marred by the raindrops that

familiar yet aloof countenance

It was Maverick.

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

photo, her

was the only man she had ever truly loved. From now on, she would never hear

back her tears as she tirelessly wiped off the water

heart ached as he watched Gwendolyn. “Kiddo, it’s pouring outside.

determination. “He is afraid of the cold and dislikes getting wet in the rain. I must do this one last thing