Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 92 Know Your Place

Yvette rested her head on her hand, silently taking note of the information.

“I know the person he cares about is Vera. I heard she transferred to this school from Cloudburg Public School after an incident there,”

Eileen took a few bites. The clear broth seemed bland, lacking flavor, but the surroundings were pleasant, and the ingredients were fresh. The only downside was that the bone broth lacked proper seasoning, leaving the final taste a bit dull.

“Eric has moved out from home and is living with Vera. If you want to know about him, Vera knows him better than I do.”

Eileen’s words carried a hint of curiosity, wanting to gauge Yvette’s reaction. Yvette, twirling her long hair, shook her head disdainfully. “I feel like she’s too fake. You wouldn’t happen to… like Eric, too, would you?”

Eileen immediately denied, “He’s always been like a brother to me. I would never have feelings for my brother.”

Yvette, originally cautious, visibly relaxed. She patted her chest. “You scared me there. I thought you were into Eric like Vera. Well, in that case, you’re my best friend! Who knows, maybe we’ll become family in the future, and I’ll call you my sister.”

Eileen faintly smiled but remained silent.

Should she reveal Eric’s true nature to Yvette?

If she continued to get involved, she would only be giving Eric more opportunities.

Yvette was bound to be hurt.

Falling for him would have only made her increasingly unlike herself, trapped in a gilded cage, forever unable to touch freedom.

Eventually, she would find herself living in hell.

Forget it, I can barely keep myself afloat. Why bother about her? Whoever Eric wants to marry has nothing to do with me.

After the meal, Yvette bought her a cup of smoothie.

Someone behind them called Yvette’s name.

Yvette waved at them. Tll be right there.” Soon, she turned back to Eileen and said, “Busty, I

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need to prepare for

direct admission to Hulbury University. Busty, remember our agreement. We’ll meet at Hulbury University.”

the time Eileen received her smoothie, Yvette had gone

truly exceptional.

a spoiled princess. She treated everyone with at friendly demeanor, and it seemed like there was no

a basketball suddenly flew toward her. Startled, she dropped the smoothie she was holding. Looking toward the basketball court, she saw the person wiping the sweat off his face. “Hey, Eileen, throw

there

shame for the spilled smoothie; she had never gotten

for his presence, she might have kicked

over.

was him, that wasn’t something

well, Elm, it hasn’t even been half a day, and she

I bring some guys over to confront her?

nothing better to

left

lead, only daring to snub

child, but no one

confront Elm before had vanished

family held sway, and everyone praised and feared them. Even the dogs raised by the Smith family, placed in a poor village, were

locals.

was the hierarchy of the world; there was no such thing as equality for

the influence of wealth and power, everyone was mere

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is no longer targeting

It was strange.

game, picked up the nearby

the textbook knowledge. Some even delved into topics typically covered in university. For her, it wasn’t too difficult, but solving them required a bit

with everyone. Today is Yvette’s birthday, and while we wish her a happy birthday, we won’t keep you for evening self-study. I know most of you have received invitations to Yvette’s birthday party,

class, shouted, “Thank you, Ms. Hayes! I love

who was still

“You’re welcome.”

occasion for the class not to have

to Eileen’s side. “Lenie… Busty! stop writing.

nicknames always

finished the last word and quickly closed the book.

on those problems! I checked, and they’re almost all correct. It’s a shame you’re not on our Olympiad Math team.

actions.

course! Why not?”

Mathematical Olympiad ranks based on total scores. It’s not just. students from Petalburg High School but also those from Cloudburg Public School participating. If you can break into the top ten nationwide at the International Mathematical Olympiad, Eileen… it’s a matter of great