Chapter 128
Rebirth of the Wife in Despair
Chapter 128 Where Was Elm Last Night?
After an hour and a half, Elm shook her leg. âHey, wake up. Letâs go.â
On the contrary, she slept comfortably.
Eileen had slept so soundly that when she woke up, Elm had already finished the IV drip and was
applying an alcohol swab to the back of his hand.
Checking her phone, she was surprised to see that it was almost one oâclock.
In response, she yawned.
âDid you remember everything I just told you?â
âWhy are you still thinking about this at this hour? Letâs discuss it tomorrow.â
Elm picked up his bag, walked to the counter, paid the bill, and received some medicine.
The elderly doctor looked at Elm through his reading glasses. âYoung man, you need to take good care
of your kidneys. Iâm not joking. If it becomes serious, you might actually become infertile.â
âCome on, when will you stop, old man?â Elm said, somewhat fiercely..
Eileen scolded him, âYou must not be rude to the elderly. Doctor, I understand. Rest assured, I will
make sure he takes his medicine.â
âLook at that, this girl is so sensible.â
When Eileen spoke to the doctor, she didnât seem like she was lying.
Carrying a large bag of medicine, Elm left the clinic with her.
âDid you hear what the doctor just said? You should cut down on smoking and drinking. Elmâ¦â
âWhatever it is, just tell me!â
âI just noticed the scars on your back and stomach. Where did they come from?â
âDo you care about me?â His voice was deep and soft, like a pleasing melody in oneâs ear.
Elm looked at her with a raised eyebrow. His gaze was deep and affectionate, as if he was flirting with
her.
Chapter 198 Where Was Elm Last Night?
Eileen had long since become immune to all that. She had lived two lifetimes, and if her agr was added
up, she could easily be his mother.
Even if she cared for him, it was nothing more than maternal love.
How are you planning to get back?â
âIf I canât find a taxi at this hour, Iâll have to stay at a hotel. What about you?â
Iâve rented a house nearby. Itâs just up ahead.â
Elm patted his pocket and pulled out his wallet. With a furrowed brow, he said, âI forgot my ID. Can I
stay at your place tonight?â
Eileen narrowed her eyes at him. She couldnât shake the feeling that he had planned everything in
advance.
Fine, Iâll just take it as doing a good deed.
Eileen led him into the room she had rented.
After entering, he made himself comfortable, sprawling out on the couch. The couch was a bit old, so
she had bought a blanket to cover it. However, it wasnât quite long enough. Elm, being a tall man of
over 1.8 meters, had his feet sticking out.
After boiling some water, she went to the room and fetched two quilts. âGet up. I need to spread the
quilts over the couch before you sleep.â
Elm stood up to make room for Eileen.
After she laid out the quilt, Elm stood behind her and asked, âWhen did you become so kind- hearted?â
Eileen replied, âI always have been.â
As for why, both of them knew it in their hearts. They just didnât say it out loud.
Eileen took out the unused toiletries from her room. She had kept them as a backup, never expecting
to need them that day.
After the water was ready, she got him to take his medicine. The herbal medicine could only be
consumed the next day, as it was too late at night.
Elm came out of the bathroom to find that Eileen had already poured some water and placed it on the
coffee table. âRemember to take your medication first.â
After taking care of his needs, she was so tired that she couldnât bear it any longer. She went
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be bathroom for a quick shower.
Wher she returned to her room, she almost fell asleep immediately.
She didnât have any dreanis that night.
By the time she woke up naturally, it was seven oâclock. Although she only had half an hour, it was
more than enough for Eileen.
With her hair tied up in a ponytail, Eileen opened the door and stepped out. She glanced at the couch
and saw that the blanket had already been neatly folded and placed on it.
From the looks of it, she assumed that Elm had already left.
Suddenly, the door swung open. It was Elm, dressed in a black windbreaker, a hat on his head, and a
few snowflakes on his shoulders. He brushed them off before stepping inside.
âOh, youâre awake, Ms. Eileen.â
Eileen asked. âWhere have you been?â
Elm held up two bags of breakfast for her to see. âBreakfast, I bought them downstairs especially for
you. The milk is still hot.â
âBut Iâm running late.â
âOh, then Iâll just throw it away.â The reply was indifferent.
âYou really know how to waste food. Iâm going to brush my teeth and wash my face, then Iâll eat later.â
âAlright.â Elm placed the breakfast on the table. He had also bought two bowls of oatmeal, pretzels, and
pasta. He wasnât sure what she wanted to eat, so he simply bought a bit of everything.
After the two finished breakfast, there was still half left. They stored it in the refrigerator for later.
They didnât leave together. After taking a bite to eat, Eileen left first.
Elm still needed to drink his herbal medicine to nourish his kidneys, so she let him use the gas stove.
She wasnât worried about what he would do at home. Firstly, she didnât have as much money as him,
and secondly, she didnât have many belongings. There was nothing really worth stealing.
Walking down the street, Eileen took out her concealer, dabbed a bit with her finger, and applied it
under her eyes. The sleepless nights over the past few days had deepened her dark
clex this cominued, not only would her period be prolonged, but she would also
ually exhaust herself.
Since the supervisors werenât there so early in the morning, the study session was entirely up to their
own mitintive.
At that point, she was already late, so she might as well
Jater.
âMr. Smith. Itâs Ms. Eileen.â Fabian spotted Eileen not far away. She was looking into a mirror and
seemed to be applying makeup. Her appearance was visibly tired.
Jasper gazed in the direction she had come from, his amber eyes deep and serene. He tightly held her
phone, his face devoid of expression.
âShould we call out to her?â
Jasper remained silent.
Fabian had suspected it for a while. Mr. Smith and Ms. Friedman had always been at odds, but today
he had unusually taken the time to drop her off at school. However, he lingered around afterwards,
making his intentions obvious. He simply wanted to see Ms. Eileen, nothing more.
Jasper asked, his tone devoid of emotion, âWhere was Elm last night?â
Fabian replied, âHe didnât return to his condominium last night. He must be at a bar or a club. However,
his exact location is unclear at the moment.â
Jasper knew that Elm had spent the night with Eileen.
A restless, suffocating feeling began spreading across his chest.
Jasper hung his head, gently caressing the screen of his phone with his thumb, while his eyes
darkened. âDid he ignore my instructions? From now on, cut off all his financial resources. Without my
permission, donât give him a single penny.â
I donât care who he associates with, but if he approaches Eileen with his own desires, I wonât just stand
by and do nothing, especially when it comes to Eileen. Sheâs just like her filthy mother, only capable of
using disgusting methods.
Suddenly, a cold, ruthless glint flashed in Jasperâs eyes.
Fabian replied, âIf he asks about itâ¦â
âJust say itâs my decision. He wouldnât dare object.â
âYes, Mr. Smith.â