The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

Meanwhile, in the countryside, Evelyn had just woken up from a splitting headache.

She had a really long dream while she was unconscious. In that dream, Marcus was young and not bound to his wheelchair.

He carried Evelyn on his shoulders and brought her to the amusement park where he proudly told everyone that she was his beloved daughter.

They were having a great time in the dream, but then her vision slowly faded away as she woke up, and she was back at the old house again.

The dim ceiling light hanging above her head was all that filled her eyes, and an endless torment was all that awaited her.

That beautiful dream came to an end as she fully came to her senses.

Marcus would never come back to life, and it was she who ordered Lorelai to push him down the stairs. Even if he was still alive, he would never announce her identity as his daughter.

In the end, it’s all just a beautiful dream…

Evelyn’s lips curled into a wry smile as she laughed at her own fate.

Margaret was casually munching on some snacks while sitting next to her.

She let out a sigh and said with a frown, “You’re finally awake, huh? I guess having a doctor treat you really does work wonders. Still, your body is ridiculously weak! You didn’t even last a day! You have a whole year ahead of you, so I hope you’ll at least try to enjoy your time here!”

Evelyn tried to say something in response, only to realize she had lost her voice. Her throat was so badly injured that even swallowing hurt a lot. She was hooked up to an IV drip and had bandages all over her wounds.

Oh? What’s this? Did Gwendolyn have a doctor treat me because she feels bad for me? Is she going to spare me or something?

What Margaret said next, however, shattered whatever hope she had built up.

“Now that you’re awake, hurry up and get out of bed! You’ve been sleeping all day! It’s night time now, so get to the courtyard and recite the Heagurn Sutra on your knees!”

What? I can’t even speak, and she wants me to recite the Heagurn Sutra?

Margaret was about to step outside when Evelyn grabbed her by the arm and pointed at her throat.

her a disdainful look and added, “Ms. Harris said your hands still work even if you have lost your voice, so

when she heard

million words! I would never be able to finish writing it down in one

saw the look of shock and anger in Evelyn’s eyes. “Quit wasting time!

after waking up from unconsciousness, and her fever had yet to subside. On top of that,

die before she could complete

and thought

turned around at the door and saw that Evelyn

wrist, yanked the IV drip out of her

and landed on her knees. An intense pain shot through her body,

on her face when she saw

the matter, Evelyn? Can’t take even a little pain? Did you think this would happen to you when you tried to kill Ms. Harris before? This pain is retribution

struggling after hearing that and let Margaret drag her

she knelt on the ground and began writing the Heagurn Sutra down, starting from the very first

were pale, and she

be heard as dawn approached, but Evelyn hadn’t even finished writing

son, Norman Nixon, had just returned

skin, a muscular body, and

froze in shock when he saw

exquisite facial features looked incredibly charming without makeup on, and her frail

looking at her, Evelyn stopped

helped make her look all

was a brief exchange of glances for Norman to develop a

writing

interrupted them

a word and quickly made his way

that

taken a liking to her?” Margaret knew her son

scratched his head awkwardly and replied with an honest smile, “I would love