Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 205

She walked to the side alone to examine the letter.

No one witnessed the expression of shock on her face.

She tightly clutched the letter, her eyes filled with complex emotions. After a few minutes of internal conflict, she stowed away the envelope and returned to Maverick’s grave.

“Mom, what did Maverick say?”

Frida’s face bore a look of devastation as she completely disregarded Sheralyn, seemingly oblivious to her question.

“Mom, what’s wrong with you? Don’t scare me! What did Maverick write in the letter?”

Sheralyn attempted to grab the envelope from Frida’s hand, but the latter skillfully evaded her. Sheralyn thought it was odd and went to snatch the letter again.

In a moment of desperation, Frida tore and crumpled the letter she had opened before swiftly stuffing it into her mouth and swallowing it.

“Mom, what are you doing!”

“Mrs. Wright!”

Everyone was stunned by her action.

Instead of giving everyone an explanation, Frida rushed into the rain and hugged the cold tombstone of Maverick. She wailed, “Maverick! My son, you were still so young. How could you leave me and your sister behind…”

She howled until her voice was hoarse, and the grief etched on her face touched everyone present, causing their eyes to unconsciously turn red.

Coming from a prestigious family, Frida had always maintained an air of nobility. It was the first time she had publicly lost control, embracing the tombstone while crying uncontrollably. Surprisingly, no one deemed her behavior inappropriate.

Even her act of swallowing the entire letter moments ago was understandable. A mother had lost her beloved son, after all. Moreover, Maverick was the most promising child of the Wright family.

Frida’s heart was irreparably shattered.

Gwendolyn watched from a distance, her eyes red but devoid of tears, and her expression remained stoic.

Unnoticed by anyone, her fingertips, concealed beneath Treyton’s suit jacket, dug deeply into her palms. It was as if her heart had grown so numb that she could no longer feel pain.

In the cemetery, Frida was on the verge of collapsing from her incessant tears. Fortunately, with Sheralyn’s support and persuasive words, her emotional outbursts gradually subsided.

The funeral finally came to an end. The business partners, relatives, and friends departed one after the other, each in a somber mood.

Some individuals lamented the untimely demise of a young business genius.

Some individuals sympathized with the two remaining women in the Wright family, recognizing that their lives would be challenging with Dexter lurking in the background, ready to strike.

After everyone had left, Sheralyn escorted Frida out of the cemetery.

Sheralyn glanced up and noticed Gwendolyn standing under the tree nearby. In an instant, intense anger surged within her. “It’s all because of you! You’re the cause of my brother’s demise! If it weren’t for you, why would he be dead? How dare you show your face here?”

Gwendolyn did not argue back but instead lowered her gaze.

Treyton couldn’t bear to see his younger sister getting bullied and said with a cold face, “Mind your words! She knew nothing about the matter, and this was your brother’s own decision.”

“Knew nothing about it?”

Sheralyn advanced, her eyes ablaze with anger as she locked her gaze on Gwendolyn. “So she thinks she can absolve herself by feigning ignorance? My brother sacrificed his life for her! But look at her, not a single tear shed in his memory. She’s nothing but a heartless b*tch—”

“Sheralyn!” Frida stopped Sheralyn before the latter could curse out more profanities.

Sheralyn looked back at her mother in disbelief. “Mom! She’s the one who got Maverick killed! What’s wrong with scolding her? Don’t you hate her too? Are you out of your mind to defend her?”

Meanwhile, Gwendolyn kept her head down and didn’t refute a word.

With tears still staining her face, Frida approached Gwendolyn and offered a slight bow.

Sheralyn was taken aback. “Mom, do you realize what you’re doing? You’re actually bowing your head to her?”

Frida disregarded Sheralyn’s words and looked at Gwendolyn before she said in a heavy tone, “I apologize to you for what my daughter said. She is overwhelmed with grief and speaks without thinking. I hope you can forgive her.”

Gwendolyn was dumbfounded.

Frida has always been mean to me. Why is she acting so different today?

“Sheralyn is right, I am responsible for his death. Don’t you hate me at all?”

Tears rolled down Frida’s cheeks as she wiped them away with a bittersweet smile. “Mr. Harris is right. If Maverick made such a choice, it means he must have loved you deeply. I will honor his decision.”