Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz

Chapter 233 Where To Go

The painting lay spread out on the table, labeled with Eileen’s name.

Jasper’s fingers traced over the painting. “Is she the winner of this competition?” Every time. he came across something related to her, his emotions would subconsciously calm down.

Fabian replied, “The organizers sent this over. They want to hear your opinion.”

Truth be told, Fabian had always known that Eileen would definitely participate in this competition. She loved painting, and her skills were on par with any professional artist.

“Does she know that Smith Corporation is a co-organizer of this competition?” Jasper asked.

Fabian answered, “No one knows, so I assume Ms. Eileen is equally clueless.”

“That’s all for now.”

“Yes, Mr. Smith.”

Fabian left, closing the office door behind him. Jasper meticulously scanned every detail of the painting. She hasn’t contacted me these past few days because of this.

Eileen was clear-headed and knew exactly what she wanted. No matter what happened, she could always maintain a rational mind.

Sometimes, Jasper wished she would throw a tantrum instead of doing nothing at all. At least then he could feel that she cared for him, even if it was just a little.

Feeling upset that she had easily pushed him towards someone else, Jasper soon called the organizers.

One afternoon, five days later, Eileen asked, “Is there anything to eat, Mary? I’m hungry.” Eileen hadn’t changed her clothes for days. Her hair was clumped together and extremely greasy, while her body emanated a peculiar odor.

Mary was picking vegetables when she saw Eileen looking disheveled. Her eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t say anything. “Ms. Eileen, it’s not mealtime yet, but how about I make you some eggs and toast?”

“You’re not allowed to cook for her. From now on, if she’s hungry, she can come down to cat during mealtime. Otherwise, she’ll be spoiled.”

Eileen had finished all the snacks she had brought into the room. Running her hand through her hair, she looked as if she had just woken up. Squinting, she walked downstairs and saw Eric casually sitting on the couch. He had a laptop on his lap and seemed to be working on

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company matters.

TV cabinet. She found that the snacks. that were usually stocked were gone, leaving only an empty plastic bag. It seemed like it was time to go

cabinet and headed back to the kitchen. Mary couldn’t bear it either. If this

that it was filled with various vegetables

she took out a bottle of chilled orange juice. “Where are the other housekeepers?”

gone for a long time, so they’ve

It

quickly she lost her

there will be no one to clean the villa or cook for

nor do I need anyone to take

this home has long been broken. What’s the point in holding

upstairs with a bottle

should go

the beginning to the end. Does it really matter if

not?

ascend the stairs, Eric grabbed her hand.

remained unbothered “Hmm, I wish her a speedy recovery then, but I won’t be visiting

face someone who had been drugging her for over a decade. In fact, she found it laughable that she had once considered this person

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held such suspicions. She was just unable

breakdown was inevitable. The matter was just the last straw that broke the camel’s

escape from her predicament, to forget everything, but she didn’t know when she would be able to do so.

was destined to muddle through the rest of her life like that,

from his grip. Step by step, she ascended the staircase before. shutting herself

Eileen had improved significantly. At least she no longer locked herself in her room all the time. Now, she was just like a zombie, living without

pitch-black room, it was as if she could once again see her mother

her face was still unclear. Yet, her gentle

replied, “Dad’s gone. He’s not coming back, and he left me all alone. But I still have you,