Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 231 What Kind Of Drug You Added

Eric remained silent and turned around, making his way down the stairs.

Once downstairs, Eric instructed Mary, “Prepare some chicken stew for her when she wakes. up.”

Mary nodded. “Of course.”

Vera grabbed Eric’s arm. “Eric, you still haven’t answered my question. What’s wrong with Eileen? Is she still upset about the Olympiad Math competition? She still has a chance, you

know.”

“That’s enough. I know how to handle things concerning Eileen.”

With a voice playing in his ears and a lot on his mind, Eric’s headache grew worse.

Vera was taken aback. Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke. Eric had never scolded her before, even when she was in the wrong.

“Did I say something wrong, Eric? You’re being harsh with me. I’m just concerned about

Eileen.”

Eric looked at her quietly. “Once you finish eating, go back and review your homework. I’ve already sent Sharon to the condominium. You don’t need to come over unless I bring you here.”

With that, he made his way upstairs. Vera followed him. “Why can’t I come over? We’ve lived here together for so many years. Anywhere you are is my home. I’ve long considered this place my home. Is it because I took Eileen’s spot in the Olympiad Math Class? If that’s what you think, Eric, I won’t participate in this rematch.”

Eric stopped, annoyance evident in his eyes. He tried to remain patient. “Vera, you’re not three years old anymore. It’s not right for me to manage everything for you. Don’t remain immature like this. Your family name is Blake, not Snow or Swan. Know your place. I don’t want to hear those words again.”

Trembling, Mary glanced back over her shoulder. She couldn’t believe Vera had the audacity to say that. Vera had been kindly taken in, yet she acted as if she were the mistress, lacking any sense of propriety.

“Eric, you can’t just ignore me! Eric Snow!”

Vera called him by

returned to the study within his room, the largest

master bedroom.

of the laptop screen, he closed his eyes wearily and slumped in

of him… Never forget him. This grudge must be avenged, or… I won’t rest

“Alright, I understand!”

three o’clock in the morning.

stairs. It jolted him awake from his

read twelve minutes past three. He couldn’t believe he had slept for so

and felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. Without wasting time to examine it further, he got up and walked out the door just in time to

her

doing outside in the middle of the

with furrowed brows, only to find her heading to the back

back, she stared up at the night sky. Following her gaze, he saw nothing. but a pitch-black expanse, as the weather hadn’t been

that something was wrong, he

the person sitting on the swing showed no reaction.

a while, Eileen left the swing and headed back to the mansion, with him following her all the

sat in front of the sofa and turned on the television. The screen was filled with static, but she

the television and took off her shoes. She lay on the

at the door discarded the half-smoked cigarette in his hand, picked up the person on the sofa in

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was as light as a feather. She had gained a little weight when she was at the Smith residence but had then returned to her original figure.

he gently laid her on the bed in the darkness.

the middle of the bed. In her groggy state, she heard some noise and

emerged from the bathroom, his lower body wrapped in the bathrobe previously used by Eileen. Water droplets trickled down his wheat-colored muscular body, seeping into the Blake cotton

well. However, when she woke up in the morning, she saw the bathrobe hanging at the end of the bed and sensed lingering warmth on the bed

But I locked all the doors and windows, even the balcony’s sliding door. He