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!”

called him by his full

the study within his room, the largest room

master bedroom.

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

grudge must

“Alright, I understand!”

was three o’clock in the morning.

left slightly open, and Eric heard someone descending the stairs. It

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

pain in his shoulder. Without wasting time to examine it further, he got up and walked

as she slipped on her fluffy slippers, opened the

outside in the

to follow her with furrowed brows, only to find her heading to the back garden. She sat

the night sky. Following her gaze, he saw nothing. but a pitch-black expanse, as the weather hadn’t

was wrong, he walked

the swing showed no

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

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

the morning, she turned off the television and took off her shoes. She lay on the couch with her

man who had just finished smoking at the door discarded the half-smoked cigarette in his hand, picked up the person on

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

over two hours until dawn, he gently laid

of the bed. In her groggy state, she heard some noise and briefly opened her eyes before falling back

a man 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 robe. His powerful physique, devoid

the morning, she saw the bathrobe

windows, even the balcony’s sliding door.