Chapter 115
Rebirth of the Wife in Despair
Chapter 115 She Surrenders
âB-Big broâ¦â
Ultimately, she gave in.
So what if I did? Does he think that by having me call him that, he can erase all the harm heâs caused
me and pretend like nothing ever happened? What on earth do you want, Eric?
He smiled. She knows full well that sheâs asking for trouble by going against me. Why doesnât she ever
learn? She just has to make me teach her a lesson.
âDonât let me hear you say that a second time. I canât deny those things, but I donât like hearing about it!
Understand?â he said.
Eileen remained silent.
Eric pinched her chin, forcing her to lift her head and meet his eyes. âAnswer me!â
Eileen had no intention of yielding. If the issue wasnât resolved comprehensively, the status quo would
persist, and the same problems would likely recur in the future.
âBig bro⦠Iâm just reminding you, what you want is to ruin me, unlike what youâre doing right now.
Youâre committing indecent, lewd acts with a teenager.â Eileen chortled, her eyes filled with icy
resentment. âYou used to not let me touch you. Donât tell me that your actions. toward me now mean
youâve fallen for me.â
Ericâs gaze grew even more unfathomable.
In the end, Eileen still didnât go to school. Eric made a phone call to apply for leave on her behalf.
Around four in the afternoon, Eric pulled her into the car. They had run out of gauze from the medical
kit at home, so he drove her to the hospital.
Eileen occupied the passenger seat, having changed back into her usual clothes. Her school uniform,
stained with blood, had already been sent for dry cleaning.
Gazing out of the car window, she remarked, âI donât want to go to Serene Hospital.â
She harbored a distrust for Zachary, the effeminate man who was Ericâs accomplice. I might just die if
we go to his hospital.
Eric didnât say a word, but at the upcoming traffic light, he changed lanes and took a different direction.
Upon reaching General Hospital, he queued up for registration.
Eileen then proceeded to the consultation room to have her wound treated. The blood had already
coagulated, sticking to the stitches. As the doctor removed the stitches, the pain caused her to furrow
her brows.
âDonât move. It has solidified. Iâm going to clean it with alcohol, and it might hurt a bit, so bear with it.â
The doctor picked up a cotton ball soaked in alcohol with a pair of tweezers and said, âHold your
girlfriend steady. Donât let her move around.â
Eileen explained indifferently, âWeâre not in that kind of relationship. Heâs my brother.â
The doctor chuckled. âYou young folks sure love joking around. No brother would bite their own sisterâs
mouth till it bleeds. Youâre no better than her, young man.â
Eric, wearing a harmless smile, looked every bit the gentleman. He said with a laugh, âSheâs still mad
at me, so donât mind her.â
The doctor seemed to only believe Ericâs explanation.
Eileen really didnât get it. They stubbornly choose to believe in their own assumptions rather than the
truth I just told.
The sun was already setting, casting a dusky hue outside when they left the hospital.
The car began to move, and on the road, Eric picked up a call. âWhatâs up?â
âEric, the fridge is out of strawberries. Could you get some? I feel like having some.â
âI got it. Anything else you want?â
âThatâs all! Thank you, Eric. The teacherâs here. I have to hang up now.â
âOkay.â
The phone wasnât soundproof, allowing Eileen to hear everything clearly. There was a noticeable
contrast between the way Eric treated her and the way he treated Vera.
Eric made a quick trip to the supermarket, but Eileen chose not to leave the car. He called her name,
but she ignored him, steadfast in her refusal.
Seated in the car, she adjusted the rearview mirror. From her backpack, she retrieved the concealer
gifted by Yvette, exactly what she needed at the moment.
Although she couldnât find the same concealer anywhere online, the price of this particular brand was
exorbitant.
It seemed custom-made, unavailable in regular stores. The one she held in her hand likely started at
least in the four figures.
She dabbed some concealer on her lips to cover the swollen and reddish parts. Then, avoiding the
wound, she applied another layer of lipstick. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain when she got home.
Half an hour later, Eileen grew impatient from waiting.
Finally, the man emerged from the supermarket entrance, carrying two large bags brimming with items.
He stowed all his purchases in the trunk of his car, then took the passenger seat and headed home.
Vera had also returned home, perhaps alerted by the sound of footsteps; she hurriedly opened the
door.
âEric, let me take it,â she offered.
âNo need. Itâs a bit heavy.â
âAll right then.â
Eileen had no interest in witnessing their display of sibling affection. In the presence of others, it would
be immediately apparent that she was the one who was out of place.
Eric moved to the refrigerator to put the things away, with Vera trailing behind him. âEric, did Sharon
take a day off today? What are we having for dinner? I can cook.â
âIâve ordered takeout, and itâll arrive soon. Go do some homework. Iâll let you know when itâs here.â
Eileen, with her backpack on and dressed in a fresh set of clothes, emerged from her room and was
about to leave when Vera stopped her. âEileen⦠are you leaving? It looks like itâs going to rain outside.
Take an umbrella with you.â
Eileen replied, âI brought it.â
Eric took out a box of fresh milk from the bag and put it in the refrigerator, asking in a deep voice,
âWhere are you going?â
âTo an extracurricular class. Be back by ten. Go to sleep and donât wait for me.â
With that, Eileen closed the door and left, leaving Vera and Eric alone.
The atmosphere once again stiffened.
She had only been gone for about two minutes when the meal they ordered from Fancy Parlor arrived.
The portion was meant for three people and occupied almost the entire dining table.
Vera had been attempting to lose weight recently, and the two of them simply couldnât finish all the
food. Initially, they had planned to eat the leftovers the next day, but the refrigerator was already filled
with snacks and fruits Eric had purchased from the supermarket.
In the indoor golf course at Primas Plaza, after an hour of practice, Quinton handed Eileen a bottle of
water. They settled in the rest area, where the air conditioner softly hummed. Feeling a bit warm, Eileen
took off her jacket. Underneath, she wore a black, semi-high collar sweater that hugged her body,
accentuating her perfect curves. She exuded both the vibrant beauty of a young girl and the allure of a
mature woman. In short, she was a stunning beauty.
âItâs uncommon to see a figure like yours at your age.â
Eileen was surprised, then belatedly understood what he had just said. âWhat did you just say?â
Quinton gave a slight smile. âItâs nothing. You seem preoccupied lately, is there something on your
mind? Did you have a disagreement with your boyfriend?â
Eileen furrowed her brows. âDo you think thatâs what happened, too?â
Quinton raised his hand and pointed to the same spot on his own lips where her wound was and said,
âHere. Itâs hard not to think that way.â
Eileen felt comfort and peace when talking to Quinton. He was the kind of friend with whom she could
have deep heart-to-heart conversations.
âSo⦠itâs not?â
Eileen looked down. âItâs swelling because of inflammation. Itâs not what youâre thinking.â
âIâm sorry.â
Eileen didnât understand why he was apologizing, but she still replied, âItâs okay.â
This class was added by her on a whim, a deviation from Quintonâs usual schedule.
Eileen made this spontaneous decision solely to avoid encountering Eric.
Today, she found it difficult to concentrate; her mind wandered no matter what she did.
At nine oâclock, Quinton drove her back to Euphoria Condominium.
Eileen checked the time but instead of rushing back, she chose to sit at the base of the apartment
building.
She didnât feel like going back.