Rebirth of the Wife in Despair

Chapter 30

Chapter 30 Elm Disliked Her

Will, who prefers solitude, always slept alone. Both the study and the master bedroom on the second floor are off-limits.

Initially, Eileen and Eric occupied the third floor, while Vera lived on the fourth floor.

Now, she had no choice but to give up her room on the third floor and move to the only available room on the fifth floor, which happened to be the topmost floor.

However, the fifth floor had its advantages; it was incredibly serene and boasted a spacious. balcony where she could indulge in activities like planting flowers, sipping tea, and enjoying the night view. Even if she spent all day in that room, she would not feel bored.

Eileen took a few painkillers and some water before starting to tidy up the house.

At that moment, Sharon entered the room looking upset and said, “Even if you wanted to move in, you shouldn’t have been the one to leave.”

Eileen took Sharon’s hand, gently smiled, and comforted her, “Honestly, it’s the same for anyone living in this room. I actually prefer the fifth-floor room. I think my Mom’s paintings. and photographs are kept upstairs.”

“Maybe if I stayed there, Mom can visit me in my dreams. It’s been years since I dreamt of her.”

That room had always felt closest to her mother.

Sharon could not bear to see Eileen in distress and held her hand. “Our Eileen, you’re so sensible.”

“Because I’ve grown up, Sharon. I know many things now,” Eileen replied.

She continued to pack her clothes and essential belongings before the housekeeping company arrived. They replaced all the old furniture in her original room and covered the pink walls with Blake wallpaper, transforming the room’s style in less than two hours.

There were also exclusive custom-made clothing companies that deliver large quantities of clothes and skirts to the upper floors. Will had always been generous with women. As far as Eileen knows, a college student who was with Will for three years was gifted an apartment. after he grew tired of their relationship.

Eileen did not have many belongings, so she quickly packed her things in the tidy room. When she pushed open the glass doors leading to the balcony, memories of her mother flooded back. Her mother used to take good care of the flowers, and there was a painter’s comer on the wall, where her mother drew.

As she strolled on the balcony and leaned against the railing, the wind gently brushed her face, and the view was breathtaking. From this spot, she could even see Elsie’s room. Compared to her previous room, this place felt like her own private sanctuary. She could now lock herself in the room and do whatever she pleased.

Apart from the inconvenience of going up and down the stairs, there was no reason for Eric to come to her room.

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Sharon entered the room, holding a framed painting of sunflowers. “Eileen, I just made the bed; please don’t mess it up.”

“Sharon, you don’t have to clean my room anymore. I’ll take care of it myself, along with washing my own clothes,” Eileen said.

“Alright, I’ll leave the painting here,” Sharon replied.

Just then, Eric’s voice was heard. Eileen immediately sat up on her knees, removing the blanket from her head. “Eric, why are you here? Are you feeling better?”

Eric coughed a few times and said, “I’m almost better. If you don’t like this room, you can move to mine. The floor is lower, and it’s less troublesome to go up and down.”

Eileen responded, “It’s okay; it’s a good way to exercise. Besides, the view from here is amazing, especially for stargazing. Don’t worry about me, Eric.”

Eric walked to the side of her bed and placed a reassuring hand on the top of her head, saying, “I’m just worried that you might feel uncomfortable or mistreated.”

Uncomfortable? Mistreated? How could she ever feel that way?

I should be grateful if you spared my life.

“Not at all!” Eileen replied with a smile, her eyes slightly bent.

She had willingly made way for Eric to communicate with Elsie more conveniently. She did not feel wrong at all.

“Tell me if you need anything,” Eric added.

“Okay,” Eileen responded.

Later, Eileen brought a kettle into her room from downstairs, that was to make sure she would not have to go down for water, reducing the chance of bumping into Eric and Elsie.

Time flew by, and Elsie stayed there for several days, working at the dealer’s place.

Eric left with Vera and never returned since.

Eileen rarely saw Elsie or Will in the house; they hardly came back. Most of the time, she was.

alone.

After staying at home for about a week, Eileen returned to school. She found that Elsie had fewer classes and mainly taught music, which did not intersect much with her own classes, so they rarely met on campus.

Back in class, the results of the mock quizzes were announced one by one. The teachers had set the test papers themselves. Eileen had achieved three relatively good scores. In the humanities, her average score was around 100, and in science, it was around 90. These scores were enough for her to get into Rustboro University in Lumiose. Trying too hard beyond. that point would not make much difference.

When the class monitor announced the class rankings, Eileen was surprised to find herself in fifth place. Her classmates looked at her with disbelief.

Someone questioned, “Is this real? Are you sure you’re not fifth from the bottom?”

The class deputy coughed and said, “Eileen’s recent efforts have been evident to all of you, and everyone should learn from her. Although all of you come from good family backgrounds, the knowledge you gain is your own, and sometimes money cannot guarantee success. After the results are announced, let’s all focus on our studies and learn diligently.”

“Eileen, come with me, the class deputy said, and Eileen quietly set aside the romance novel she was using to cover her math book before following him outside the classroom.

“Sir, is there something you need from me?” Eileen asked, feeling a bit nervous.

The class deputy, who wore glasses and was in his forties, was the head teacher of Class 1. He spoke, “I heard from Ms. Elsie that you want to transfer to another class. Is that right?”

Eileen nodded and replied, “Yes, teacher.”

The class deputy expressed his concern, “Transferring classes at this point might not be very beneficial for your studies. It could end up delaying your progress. Each class has its own. pace, and there are only a few months left in the semester. My advice is to wait and see. As for Elm, you needn’t worry. He’s currently hospitalized and won’t be coming to school.”

“Hospitalized? What happened to Elm? Is he seriously injured?” Eileen asked with concern.

The class deputy’s expression turned serious. He’s not doing very well. When I visited him, he was in a coma. Eileen, I am aware of your family’s situation to some extent. If possible, talk to your family members and show some leniency. Please lecture him, and there’s no need to be overly harsh.”

She said, “Teacher, can I ask for leave to visit him? I really want to see how Elm is doing.”

Her feelings were complex. Elm disliked her, but she did not believe he would let anyone

harm her.

The head teacher responded, “You can visit him after school. Go back to class.”

“Alright sir,” Eileen replied obediently.