Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz
Chapter 233
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.
to the 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
the cabinet and headed back to the kitchen. Mary couldn’t bear it either.
the fridge, Eileen saw that it was filled with various vegetables and
fridge. Looking rather listless, she took out a
might be gone for a
salary. It should be enough to sustain you until you find
how quickly she lost her job.
will
death, nor do I need anyone to take
has long been broken. What’s the point in holding
upstairs with a bottle of juice,
“You should go too. Don’t waste
have been alone in this house from the beginning to the
not?
grabbed her hand. “Sharon had a car accident and is hospitalized after her
“Hmm, I wish her a speedy recovery then,
couldn’t face someone who had been drugging her for over a decade. In fact, she found it laughable that she had once considered this person her only family
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suspicions. She was just unable to face the reality.
just the last straw that broke the camel’s back.
wanted to escape from her predicament, to forget
the rest
Step by step,
before, Eileen had improved significantly. At least she no longer locked herself in her room all the time. Now, she was just like a zombie,
it was as if she could once again see her mother sitting
in the darkness. Even when she turned her head, her face was still unclear. Yet, her gentle voice could be heard. “Lenie, is there anything you want to
he left me
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