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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the house. arms crossed, staring

wine glass, and approached

could my mom possibly invite such a person to

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

me, unable to do anything, and you’re all flustered and

you makes me sick! Where did

just descended from the upstairs study. The butler was poised to intervene, mindful of the

messing around, no need to intervene. Go

well, Mrs. Friedman.”

indifferent as it fell on

enough

something wrong? If my words weren’t clear, I’ll repeat them for you. Pay attention! Our family does not accept the son of a homewrecker

sentence reverberated in

by a

from even the slightest

gradually-one second,

voice such

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potentially explosive

gleaming a malevolent red. Witnessing this, Yvette couldn’t help but shiver

the rest!

you mean!” Yvette countered.

around and

an invisible presence, head bowed,

Stop right there, you

the latter’s departure with a hint of unease in

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

she addressed Yvette, “Yvie! Why

familiar voice, Yvette immediately quieted down, lowering her head in fo of