Chapter 109
Rebirth of the Wife in Despair by Tess Munoz
Chapter 109 Not Going To Work Paola revealed the truth to her. It turned out that the person who had saved her from the sea wasnât Eric, but Elm?
Eileen was well aware of how much Elm despised her. Whenever she was bullied at school, he was always the first one to target her.
Thatâs why she had to switch classes.
If that was really the case, then Elmâs strange comments to her before would make sense. No wonder...
Paola soon left, leaving only Eileen and Hector behind.
It wasnât until a female police officer emerged from the detention room that Eileen was called in as well.
Hector, handcuffed, sat across from her. The policewoman sternly began, âStart talking. Why did you resort to violence?â
âItâs all her fault... Sheâs the one to blame!â Hectorâs emotions suddenly surged. His ferocious feelings seemed as if they wanted to tear her apart.
âQuiet down! Sit down now.â
Eileen feigned calm as she looked at him, a murderous intent lurking in her eyes. âWeâve never had much communication between us. If this is all about joining the Olympiad Math Class, you could have just told me. I didnât necessarily have to join. You had a bright future ahead of you. Look at what youâre doing now. Youâre destroying yourself with your own hands!â
âShut up! What do you know! Itâs all because of you... If you hadnât suddenly joined Class Six, I wouldnât have been kicked out.
All I needed was to get this scholarship, and my mom could have been saved! Now, the scholarship is gone, and so is my guaranteed admission to Hulbury University. My mom got the call... She was so overwhelmed that she died of shock... I didnât even get to see her one last time.â
Eileen was instantly stunned..
âEileen! Youâre a menace. Itâs all your fault! Why did you have to come! Why did you have to take everything from me? My life is completely ruined now! Itâs you. Itâs all you! What that person just said is right-you are indeed a tragedy maker!â
It seemed as if all of Eileenâs strength had been drained from her body.
When Mary came to pick her up, Eileen seemed as if her soul had been sucked out, leaving only an empty shell. She had no idea how she left the police station.
Once she arrived home, the scolding voice of Will echoed in her ears, but she didnât take in a single word. She stumbled back into her own room, a room dark as pitch without the lights 1.
Eileen, in a daze, didnât even bother to take off her clothes before she crawled directly into bed. The balcony window was still open, letting in the chilly wind.
That night, all that filled Eileenâs mind were the hysterical words Hector had said to her!
Was it really her fault?
She clearly hadnât done anything wrong. She was just doing what she believed was right.
She never thought of taking away someone elseâs belongings.
She simply wanted to rely on her own efforts to achieve what she desired.
Inside, it felt as if a wall had suddenly collapsed.
Eileen was injured, and naturally, Will couldnât pretend not to see it. He couldnât hide it from him either.
It was now the weekend.
The people from the police station came knocking on the door.
At the moment, Eileen couldnât hide it even if she wanted to.
Going by Willâs way of doing things, no matter how good Hectorâs grades were, if he didnât have a strong backing, he might spend his entire life in prison. Moreover... in jail, he would likely endure inhuman torture.
Elsie came by to see her, reaching out to touch her forehead. âDid you leave the window open last night?â
âWhen I arrived this morning, I noticed all the doors were open. I called out for quite a while, but Ms. Eileen didnât respond. I thought she might be sick, and alas, she really is,â Mary said, pulling a thermometer from her pocket. âHer temperature is so low.
Should we call a doctor to come and see her, Ms. Field?â
Elsie replied, âWait a moment. First, prepare a few hot packs for her, cover her hands and feet, then add another layer of blanket for her. Then, set the air conditioning to twenty-eight degrees. That should be fine. Donât make it too hot.â
âAll right, Iâll go now.â
Mary walked out, muttering to herself, âWhat on earth happened? Somethingâs been off since she came back last night, and now sheâs sick. Oh dear, I hope she hasnât run into any trouble again.â
Mary looked up, startled by the sudden appearance of a person she hadnât noticed before. âOh my, Mr. Snow, are you here to see Ms. Eileen? Sheâs ill at the moment, Iâll go fetch her a hot pack.â
âLast night, at the police station?â His tone was icy.
Mary nodded, finding the man too intimidating to hide anything from. She spilled everything about the events of the previous night to him.
âLast night, around eleven... Ms. Eileen called me, asking me to pick her up without mentioning anything. When I arrived there, her hand was injured. Upon returning home, she was scolded by Mr. Swan. Then she went upstairs to rest. This morning, out of concern, came to check on her, only to find her in such a state. I suspect she must have been frightened.â
âWhy didnât you just call me?â
With a troubled expression, Mary said, âThis... was... ordered by Ms. Eileen. Ms. Eileen said. that since you... arenât very familiar with each other, she shouldnât bother you.â
I Bother? Hasnât she caused me enough trouble with the messes sheâs made? So itâs settled then she wants to sever ties with me?
The relationship between them wasnât something she could simply dismiss.
Eric went to the room to take a look at her, sizing up the area on her hand. His gaze then fell on the long scar on her forearm.
The wound had healed and scabbed over, leaving behind an ugly centipede-like scar. The area around the wound was still a bit red.
âFeeling heartache?â Elsieâs voice echoed from outside the door.
That day, she was dressed in a vintage red gown, swaying her slender waist as she walked over and sat by the bed. In her hand, she held a box of ointment, a small container made of transparent moonstone.
Elsie opened the lid, dabbed a bit with her index finger, and applied it to the scar on Eileenâs arm. âSheâs precious-her body cannot have a single scar. Will has been relying on her for a long time because the Swan familyâs future position in Hulbury depends on her!â
Eric asked, âWhat are you trying to say?â
Elsieâs red lips curved upward. âDonât you know better than I do? She is involved with the Smith familyâs heir; Will has known about it for a while. Last time, she got into a fight at school over Vera, causing the company to lose tens of millions in business.
However, the CEO of Smith Corporation promptly sent over a billion. Isnât the purpose clear? Will is also interested. He is trying to bring the two together. In the future, Eileen might become part of the Smith family. Eric... your plan, itâs not going to work!â
With the Smith familyâs intervention, things would become even more difficult to navigate.
The person on the bed let out a groan of discomfort, immediately silencing the voices of the two people.
The wound was healing, sprouting new skin tissue, which was a bit itchy. Uncomfortably, Eileen withdrew her hand.
Jeez, what plan are they talking about? Why did I hear something I shouldnât have again? What are these two up to? What should I do now?
Maryâs eyes darted around. Filled with fear, she turned her head and retraced her steps the staircase, pretending she had just ascended.
She entered with the hot pack.
âMs. Field, the hot pack is ready.â
âGive it to me.â
Elsie took it from her hands and personally tucked it into the quilt.
down