Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 117 Who Informed Eric

To prevent such incidents from negatively impacting the school’s reputation, the higher-ups of Petalburg High School quickly intervened.

Unintentionally, Fabian learned about the incident that occurred at school, and coincidentally, Eileen was involved.

Fabian knocked on the CEO’s office door and immediately reported the matter to Jasper.

The man, busy working on some documents at his desk, became visibly gloomy upon hearing the news. “She’s injured? Why wasn’t I informed immediately? What is the current situation at the school?”

Fabian replied, “The school authorities have taken charge and are handling the situation at the moment.”

Jasper put down his expensive signature pen and closed the file. “Postpone the upcoming meeting. Contact the school and inform them to wait for me to come and resolve the matter.”

Fabian nodded. “Understood, Mr. Smith.”

Although Petalburg High School is Smith Corporation’s largest investor, there is no need for Mr. Smith to personally get involved. School matters are trivial compared to corporate affairs. Mr. Smith seems overly concerned for an eighteen-year-old girl. When it comes to matters involving Ms. Eileen, he always loses his sense of propriety… But compared to that woman, Ms. Eileen… Perhaps Ms. Eileen is the only one who can pull Mr. Smith out of the abyss he has fallen into and help him forget his painful past.

Meanwhile, at Petalburg High School.

During the morning self-study session, Eileen was summoned to the principal’s office for a discussion. Yvette was supposed to join, but due to the prominent status of the Friedman family, the principal naturally did not dare to summon her.

Eileen had a vague idea of why she was being called.

That’s why she didn’t ask anything.

Walking ahead of her, Jennifer solemnly adjusted her glasses. “This matter has already reached the shareholders. Rest assured, the school will protect you. You don’t have to say anything when you’re inside; someone will handle it for you.”

Eileen followed behind with her head down, not uttering a word. She couldn’t understand why she felt such immense unease when she was the victim.

With a heavy heart, she entered the conference room with Jennifer.

because of you that my sister died, and my nephew was driven to desperation

sleep at night? Do you

special

right to

Eileen. Having experienced many situations, she remained unfazed despite the outburst and said, “Please don’t get agitated. This won’t solve

then did Hector’s relatives

“We will gather more information before continuing the discussion.”

had been silent, suddenly blurted out. She regained her

fell over the conference room for a few

I’m a victim too,”

revealing a gruesome scar that had yet to heal. The wound stretched from her wrist to her thumb and was stitched up with seven or eight sutures. “The other day when I was heading home, it was Hector who held a knife

know how her father and Eric

beyond her control.

to all of you. But I

menacing man in his fifties stood up and slammed the table. “What do you

me then? Do I deserve the pain

stabbed by Hector and is still lying in the hospital? Do they deserve it too?” Of course, Eileen had a temper too. They are not in the right just because

sixties and seventies, a time when educational resources were scarce. Coupled with their rural upbringing,

fair to judge everyone the same way. Her grandmother also lived in the countryside, and during their time, even having enough food was a challenge, let alone being literate. Her grandfather won her grandmother’s hand in marriage

and a good-for-nothing in his youth. Having offended some people,

never harbored resentment towards anyone.

come to rescue me that night, I might be the one

will be bringing Hector over shortly. The victim at the hospital is unable to come forward, but his friend

middle-aged woman pulled the man aside, and they started discussing something, although it

fuss either. After all, it’s a matter of life. Give us fifty

or not to pursue this matter is

filled with hostility rang

in his pocket, emanating an overwhelming aura