Chapter 205 Frida Had Changed

It was raining heavily, and the bodyguard held an umbrella over Frida.

She walked to the side alone to examine the letter.

No one witnessed the expression of shock on her face.

She tightly clutched the letter, her eyes filled with complex emotions. After a few minutes of internal conflict, she stowed away the envelope and returned to Maverick’s grave.

“Mom, what did Maverick say?”

Frida’s face bore a look of devastation as she completely disregarded Sheralyn, seemingly oblivious to her question.

“Mom, what’s wrong with you? Don’t scare me! What did Maverick write in the letter?”

Sheralyn attempted to grab the envelope from Frida’s hand, but the latter skillfully evaded her. Sheralyn thought it was odd and went to snatch the letter again.

In a moment of desperation, Frida tore and crumpled the letter she had opened before swiftly stuffing it into her mouth and swallowing it.

“Mom, what are you doing!”

“Mrs. Wright!”

Everyone was stunned by her action.

Instead of giving everyone an explanation, Frida rushed into the rain and hugged the cold tombstone of Maverick. She wailed, “Maverick! My son, you were still so young. How could you leave me and your sister behind…”

She howled until her voice was hoarse, and the grief etched on her face touched everyone present, causing their eyes to unconsciously turn red.

Coming from a prestigious family, Frida had always maintained an air of nobility. It was the first time she had publicly lost control, embracing the tombstone while crying uncontrollably. Surprisingly, no one deemed her behavior inappropriate.

Even her act of swallowing the entire letter moments ago was understandable. A mother had lost her beloved son, after all. Moreover, Maverick was the most promising child of the Wright family.

Frida’s heart was irreparably shattered.

Gwendolyn watched from a distance, her eyes red but devoid of tears, and her expression remained stoic.

Unnoticed by anyone, her fingertips, concealed beneath Treyton’s suit jacket, dug deeply into her palms. It was as if her heart had grown so numb that she could no longer feel pain.

In the cemetery, Frida was on the verge of collapsing from her incessant tears. Fortunately, with Sheralyn’s support and persuasive words, her emotional outbursts gradually subsided.

end. The business partners, relatives, and friends departed one after the other,

individuals lamented the untimely demise of a young

that their

Sheralyn escorted Frida out of

the tree nearby. In an instant, intense anger surged within her. “It’s all because of you! You’re the

argue back but

bear to see his younger sister getting bullied and said with a cold face, “Mind your words! She knew nothing about the matter, and this was your brother’s

“Knew nothing about it?”

her gaze on Gwendolyn. “So she thinks she can absolve herself by feigning ignorance? My brother sacrificed his life for her! But look at her, not a single tear shed in his memory. She’s nothing but

stopped Sheralyn before the latter could curse out more

at her mother in disbelief. “Mom! She’s the one who got Maverick killed! What’s wrong with

down and didn’t refute a

Frida approached Gwendolyn

was taken aback. “Mom, do you realize what you’re doing? You’re

said in a heavy tone, “I apologize to you for what my daughter said. She is overwhelmed with grief and speaks without thinking. I

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

always been mean to me.

his

Frida’s cheeks as she wiped them away with a bittersweet smile. “Mr. Harris is right. If Maverick made such a choice, it means he must have loved you deeply. I

“loved you deeply” caused Gwendolyn’s heart to ache, and she felt a

trying to

bag and handed it to Gwendolyn. “He requested for you to have this in private. Don’t worry,

it

the letter aside for now. Find a seat

each other

relatives and friends who had come

photo adorned the

by the

yet aloof countenance with just a

It was Maverick.

phone and villa for a photo of him but to no avail. It suddenly dawned on her that she would only be able to behold his image on the tombstone in the

wiped the water droplets off the photo, her movements gentle and patient, repeating

had ever truly loved. From

as she tirelessly wiped off the water stains from the

ached as he watched Gwendolyn. “Kiddo,

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