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.

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

felt speechless when she heard

has over five million words! I would never be able to finish writing it down in

anger in Evelyn’s eyes. “Quit wasting time! Hurry up and

fever had yet to subside. On top of that, her left hand

probably die before

her eyes and thought about what she should do

the door and saw that Evelyn was

yanked the IV drip out of

her knees. An intense pain shot through her body, but she couldn’t even make a

an icy-cold look on her face

would happen to you when you tried to kill Ms. Harris before? This pain is retribution for all the evil

stopped struggling after hearing that and let Margaret drag her to the

ground and began

lips were pale, and she

a rooster crowing could be heard as dawn approached, but Evelyn hadn’t even finished writing a tenth of the

Norman Nixon, had just

dark skin,

when he

charming without makeup on, and her frail state easily triggered the desire in

someone was looking at her, Evelyn stopped writing and glanced in

helped make her look all the more

took was a brief exchange of glances for Norman to develop a

writing until it’s

them that

say a word and quickly made his way past

walked up to her and asked, “Mother, who is that girl in the courtyard? She looks really young and pretty! What did

to her?” Margaret knew her son all too

scratched his head awkwardly and replied with an honest smile, “I would love to marry a woman as pretty as