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.

to an end. The business partners, relatives, and friends departed one after

untimely demise

with the two remaining women in the Wright family, recognizing that their lives would be challenging with Dexter

left, Sheralyn escorted Frida out

her. “It’s all because of you!

not argue back

and said with a cold face, “Mind your words! She knew nothing about the matter, and this

“Knew nothing about it?”

advanced, her eyes ablaze with anger as she locked her gaze on Gwendolyn. “So she thinks she can absolve herself by feigning ignorance? My brother sacrificed his life for

before the latter could curse

What’s wrong with scolding her? Don’t you hate her

Gwendolyn kept her head down and didn’t refute a

still staining her face, Frida approached Gwendolyn and offered

realize what you’re doing?

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

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

been mean to me. Why

is right, I am responsible for his death. Don’t you hate me

with a bittersweet smile. “Mr. Harris is right. If Maverick made such a choice, it means he must have loved you deeply. I will honor

caused Gwendolyn’s heart to ache, and

trying to stop the

to Gwendolyn. “He requested for you to have this in private. Don’t worry, I haven’t read

took it with trembling

“Let’s set the letter aside for now. Find a seat and take your time to read it when you

Frida and Sheralyn leaned on each other for support and left

letter inside her bag. After all the relatives and friends who had come to pay their respects had left, she entered the cemetery

small photo

the raindrops

the familiar yet aloof

It was Maverick.

dawned on her that she would only be able to behold his image

the photo, her movements gentle and patient, repeating

loved. From now on, she

back her tears as she tirelessly wiped off the water stains from

he watched Gwendolyn. “Kiddo, it’s pouring outside. You can’t

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