Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 96 A Grudge Against Elm

Before Eileen could retract her foot, he had already seized her ankle.

“Can’t you see I’m applying medicine for you?” Elm raised his head, his tone still defiant, causing Eileen to doubt if she had heard him correctly.

He’s applying medicine on me?

Anyway, she didn’t believe it; she never did. How could I trust someone who almost choked me to death at school and is now generously applying medicine for me? Who knows if the medicine is even

clean?

Some lessons were learned only once; otherwise, she risked appearing truly foolish, embracing it with an open heart upon detecting even a hint of kindness.

Elm had already dispensed the medicine onto his palm, poised to apply it to her swollen ankle. At that moment, Eileen hastily withdrew her foot. “I’m fine; there’s no need for the medicine.”

Eileen harbored uncertainty about Elm’s potential ulterior motives. As she prepared to rise, hand on the recliner, Elm arched an eyebrow, rose from his crouched position, and casually grabbed a tissue from the side to wipe his hands as he observed the girl.

She had just taken a step when a sharp pain shot through Eileen’s ankle, causing her to stumble back down.

“I’ve encountered stubbornness before, but never to this extent. If you don’t appreciate my kindness, so be it!” Elm discarded the crumpled tissue in his hand, a cold glint flickering in his eyes.

Just then, a clear voice echoed from nearby, “Elm? What are you doing here!”

Eileen turned toward the sound to find Yvette, adorned in an elegant gown, approaching swiftly.

She couldn’t help but notice the disdainful and contemptuous look Yvette directed at Elm, akin to the disdain she had once experienced from her classmates in Class Six.

She never expected to see that same expression directed at Elm one day, considering hist proud and unruly nature.

Yvette, expressing concern in her voice, inquired of Eileen, “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

Eileen shook her head. “It’s nothing…”

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words fully left her lips, Yvette assumed the demeanor of the lady of the house. arms crossed, staring down

promptly halted his conversation with a few friends, set down his wine glass, and approached to pull Yvette away. “Mrs. Friedman was the

invite such a person to my birthday

that belied a frosty undertone in his narrow, almond-shaped eyes, responded, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

to do anything, and you’re all flustered

right! I can’t stand the sight of you. In fact, seeing you makes me sick! Where did you get the audacity to show up here, huh? Get out of here right

was poised to intervene, mindful of the

need for mediation. “It’s just some kids messing

well, Mrs. Friedman.”

the unfolding drama, her gaze indifferent as it fell on Elm. The resemblance in those

frowned. “Yvette, enough is

her hand from his firm grasp. “What’s the matter? Did I say something wrong? If my words weren’t clear, I’ll repeat them for you. Pay attention! Our family does not

sentence reverberated in the tense air.

by a chilling aura emanating

refraining from

inched forward gradually-one

enough to voice such sentiments was Yvette,

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potentially explosive response.

eyes gleaming a malevolent red. Witnessing

better than the rest! Do you

mean!” Yvette

turned around and departed

presence, head bowed, lost in her

Stop right there,

Albert observed the latter’s departure

for a moment, letting the breeze clear her thoughts. Soon, she regained her composure. Every word from the recent

her high heels, she addressed Yvette, “Yvie! Why

quieted down, lowering her head in fo