Chapter 239
Rebirth of the Wife in Despair
Chapter 239 I Dare Not Open The Door
âFabian, take her back to Jeahron.â
Jeahron was a small city located about one to two hundred kilometers from Hulbury. It was also
Nancyâs hometown. The drive there would only take about two to three hours.
âBut Mr. Smith, you-
âI know what Iâm doing.â Jasper got out of the car. When Nancy tried to follow him, Fabian locked the
door. Nancyâs makeup was smeared from crying, her fingernails desperately scratching at the car
window. âJasper, you liar! It was you who asked me to stay with your forever, but now youâre the one
pushing me away!â
Jasper simply kept quiet.
âIâm sorry, Jasper. I shouldnât have left you. The car accident was just an accident. I never expected it
to change you like this. From now on, Iâll make it up to you with the rest of my life! Letâs not part ways
again, I beg you⦠Please donât send me back. Without you, Iâll go
mad!â
Nancy pounded on the car window as she continued yelling, âFabian, open the door! I need to get out!â
Fabian opened the partition between the front and back seats, remaining unmoved despite Nancyâs
shouting.
Originally, he wanted to wait until tonight to tell her these words.
However, a voice deep within him was telling him that he had waited long enough.
If I donât go back and find her soon, my girl will be completely gone from my life! What difference would
it make if I bow my head once more this time? After all, Iâm the one who canât let go!
It was just past nine in the evening at the tattoo parlor when a young girl, about sixteen or seventeen,
with her hair in dreadlocks, raised an eyebrow at the handsome, bare-chested man covered in tattoos
in front of her. âHey, handsome⦠Are you sure you want to remove them all at once? This is no joking
matter. I suggest you do it in several sessions instead. Otherwise, the wounds might get infected, and
with such a large area, Iâm afraid I might have to keep cleaning until tomorrow,â she said while chewing
on a piece of gum.
But she had to admit that the man had an impeccable figure. Actually, your tattoo looks quite good on
you-â
Jasper pulled out a thick wad of bills from his wallet. It amounted to at least over a thousand. This was
almost equivalent to her salary for several months.
It would be foolish of her not to accept the money when it was offered to her like that.
âLie down and bear with the pain a little,â said the girl with the dreadlocks as she pulled up at chair to sit
beside him. She began to clean the tattoo on the back of his hand, her fingers. lightly brushing over it
as she continued, âHave you had scars here before? It seems like there are many. How did you get
them, mister?â
âI was injured,â Jasper replied as he looked at the ceiling painted with colorful oil paints and the glaring
lights.
Jasperâs body was actually covered with numerous scars, large and small, all left by his mother in her
drunken stupors. These scars had been his companions for over a decade.
Some were due to the car accident.
Originally, he had asked Nancy to tattoo him. He wanted to get inked just like her, all in an effort to
cover up these scars.
Since the decision had been made to start anew, there was no need to hold onto them.
anymore.
The girl with the dreadlocks noticed that he seemed to be harboring many secrets. She didnât ask much
more and began to handle things meticulously.
Back at Undella Mansion, Mary had prepared a late-night snack for Eileen.
âMs. Eileen, Mr. Snow came by today. His car was parked at the front gate. I didnât dare make a sound
inside the mansion. It seems he didnât get the password right, so he left after a short while.â
âI understand. I wonât be having supper, so you can take it home with you. I canât finish all of this by
myself. Iâm going to head upstairs to rest now.â
âAlright then. You should get some rest early, Ms. Eileen.â
Ever since Undella Mansion was left with only Mary as the sole housekeeper, Eileen had her move
from the cramped housekeeperâs room to the guest room on the fourth floor.
After all, it was a waste to leave so many rooms unoccupied.
Mary watched Eileenâs retreating figure, muttering to herself, âOh my, this is such a good family. Where
can I possibly find another one like this?â
She had quite the appetite and loved to eat. This was the first time she had the chance to indulge in
truffle and abalone. Even though she had never tried these delicacies before, when she brought them
home, her old man relished them. However, Mary never snuck that food home. She would always
obtain permission before doing so. She simply couldnât bring
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herself to steal.
Mary turned off the lights in the living room and picked up a plate of washed strawberries. before
heading upstairs. She only ate the ones that were half good. The good ones she had already delivered
to Eileenâs room.
This poor child, living alone in such a cold and lifeless house⦠It may be comfortable living here, but it
doesnât feel like home.
Mary arrived in the room and suddenly thought of something. She quickly dialed Sharonâs number, and
it took three tries before the call went through. âHello, Sharon, I was supposed to call you when Ms.
Eileen returned⦠Donât worry, though. Sheâs doing great right now! When are you coming back? Oh
my, I miss you so much when youâre not here.â
Sharon let out a few coughs.
âOh, my⦠Why are you coughing? Are you sick? Feeling any better?â Mary asked.
Sharonâs voice was somewhat frail as she replied, âItâs just the same old ailment. As long as sheâs
doing well, thatâs all that matters. Iâm sorry for the trouble, please take good care of her for me.â
âWhat are you talking about? I owe you for introducing me to this great job. Iâll come to visit you at the
hospital tomorrow!â Mary said.
The night was bathed in silence.
Eileen emerged from the bathroom and placed her first award on display.
Suddenly, a memory surfaced in her mind. It was of a time when Jasper had left a line of poetry in her
exercise book: Oneâs patience will be rewarded.
It seemed like she had succeeded.
She didnât blame Jasper for his decision. If she were in Jasperâs position, she would also find it difficult
to let go. After all, her existence was indeed unique.
Everyone has a past that they cannot forget.
She had never regretted being with Jasper.
He was a good person, but they were simply not meant to be together despite their connection.
Leaving the lamp on by the nightstand, Eileen swallowed a few Blake pills and went to bed.
At three in the morning, Eileen had a dream. She saw her mother sitting by her bed, gently
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brushing her hand across her face as she said, âIt seems you truly are strong and brave, Eileen. You
managed to walk out of this situation on your own.â
âBut⦠Why do I still feel so terrible? Mom, can you tell me what I should do next?â
âFrom this point forward, you must walk the path alone, Eileen.â
âMom, where are you going?â
âItâs time for me to leaveâ¦â
The dark figure gradually disappeared as it passed through the door.
âMom!â Eileen woke up in a cold sweat. She sat up abruptly, glanced at the time, and saw that it was
only half past three.
She reached out to turn on the light, only to find her vision blurred by tears. Her heart ached as if it had
been brutally struck.
The room was filled with silence, not a sound to be heard. A wave of loneliness and despair washed
over her.
Upon hearing the rumbling of thunder, Eileen quickly rushed to close the windows. Suddenly, a gust of
wind blew into the room, lifting the curtains.
Suddenly, there was an urgent knock on the door. âMs. Eileen, something is wrong! You should come
downstairs quickly! I heard thunder, so I was getting ready to go to the yard to collect the laundry, but
thereâs someone outside. Itâs too dark for me to see clearly. I was afraid that it might be a ghost, so I
didnât dare open the door.â Mary was both scared and panicked.
Eileen closed the window before opening the door to the room. She looked at Mary and said, âMary,
there are no ghosts in this world. Iâll go down and take a look.â
Outside the door, a figure stumbled clumsily towards the mansion.
The pain coursing through the figureâs legs was almost unbearable, making it nearly impossible to
stand.