Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 108 Tragedy Maker

Eileen received a box of medicine from Vera, which was given to her by Sharon. She only accepted it because it was personally handed to her by Sharon. Since Vera was with Eric, Eileen wondered what kind of medicine it was.

After expressing her gratitude, Eileen left with Yvette to go to the cafetería.

Before Walsh could start a conversation with her, she had already left. He couldn’t help but sigh and think to himself, “Eileen is becoming more and more impressive. If only I had half of her grades, my dad wouldn’t scold me every day, saying that having a daughter like me is embarrassing for him.”

Vera lowered her gaze, lost in thought. With a slight smile, she said, “Really? If you’re willing to work hard, you might be just like Eileen. Who knows, you might even make it into Class

Six.”

As usual, Eileen had to attend Jacob’s class. It had to be said that Jacob’s teaching was indeed good. He would create a study plan based on each student’s weaknesses. However. Eileen realized that the problems Jacob gave her were much harder than those given to others, even exceeding the scope of what she had learned. In the last set of workbooks he gave her, Eileen could only solve half of them. For the rest, she had to rely on resources from other extracurricular books.

Upon reaching the professional training workshop, Eileen asked, “Why hasn’t Hector been coming to school recently? Is there something going on at his home?”

Yvette casually replied, “I’m not sure; probably something came up at home! But if I were to guess, he must have gone to take care of his mother.”

“Is his mother sick?”

After some thought, Yvette said, “I’m not sure. Why are you suddenly concerned about him?”

Eileen chuckled and echoed, “Just making casual conversation.” Without thinking too much about it, the two of them entered the professional training workshop.

Night had fallen, and it was already half past nine. The living room light was still on. Sharon prepared some late-night snacks and brought them into Vera’s room. Seeing that Vera was still studying, she didn’t disturb her. She quietly stepped out and closed the door.

Just then, the door opened with a soft click.

Seeing the person who had returned, she said, “Mr. Snow, have you been out socializing again? Do you need me to make some hangover remedy?”

of alcohol. rubbed his tired brow. “No need.” He noticed light coming from under another door and glanced at his wristwatch. It was almost ten. “Has Vera not

still studying. I just made her a late-night snack and brought it to he By the way, Mr. Snow, how is Eileen doing

the table in the foyer. “I’ll go take

times, then

quickly broke into a smile. “Eric, you’re

over, pulled out a chair, and sat beside her. “I’ve noticed you’ve been staying up late recently. You must

term. Maybe I can

any birthday gifts. You don’t need to put too much pressure on yourself. Get some rest early.”

out with my classmates. I’ve been slacking off a lot recently. I’m not as diligent as Eileen, who got into the Olympiad Math Class. She might even get a guaranteed admission to Hulbury University in the future.

Eric adjusted his position and helped her with the question.

fingers fluttered over the Blake paper, writing out beautiful numbers and forming a simple and easy-to-understand formula. The young girl by his side nodded

eleven o’clock

phone, the call abruptly ended. Eric’s eyes dimmed as he checked the missed call that had been hung up. His

the police officer was about to make. Unbeknownst to her, the call had already rung for a few seconds on the man’s phone.

this was just a joke between me and my classmate. See,

need to call

other?” The policeman’s gaze fell on Eileen’s bandaged hand. “If it weren’t for someone showing up in time, you would already be in the hospital for

lot! Don’t think you’re off the hook. You were just released not long ago, and now you’re

a line of people stood-one with red hair, another with green, both incredibly conspicuous. The rebellious young girl in the middle was the most noticeable, dressed in leather from head to toe and adorned with tattoos. At a glance, it was clear she had spent a long

other than those whom Eileen had met in Peach Fishing Village. She knew one of them was named

good behavior this time, they were all free

and Nigel, the one with red hair, nodded and bowed. “Certainly, officer. We appreciate your advice. In the future, we will strive

your flashy hair back to its natural color. None

sets

you