Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

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.

your hands still work even if you have lost

when

has over five million words! I would

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

unconsciousness, and her fever had yet to subside. On top of that, her left hand was still hooked up to an IV drip. She knew that she

die before she could complete her

eyes and thought about what she

irritated when she turned around at the door and saw that Evelyn was still

the IV drip out of her hand, and dragged her

landed on her knees. An intense pain shot through her body, but she couldn’t

maintained 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 deeds you’ve done, so you have no

hearing that and let

began writing the Heagurn Sutra down, starting from

lips were pale, and she looked incredibly

as dawn approached, but Evelyn hadn’t even finished writing a tenth of the Heagurn

Norman Nixon, had just

dark skin, a muscular body, and an

when he saw Evelyn kneeling in

features looked incredibly charming without makeup on, and her frail

at her, Evelyn

her look all the more

it took was a brief exchange of glances

writing

wasn’t until William interrupted them

a word and quickly made his

had just gotten out of bed when Norman walked up to her and asked, “Mother, who is that

her?” Margaret knew her son all too