Mrs. Wallace is dead.
Died of a heart attack.
Clearly, during the morning check-up, Mrs. Wallace’s health was still stable.
Although the old man’s bodily functions were gradually failing, under the control of instrunts and dication, she should have been able to hold on for a few more months under normal circumstances.
But it was just so inexplicable.
Several tis Mrs. Wallace was pulled back from the gate of hell by her caring and filial daughter-in-law, but this ti she left for good.
This once dignified and noble old lady, who had her own personal doctor and private nursing care, died on a public hospital bed just like that.
No matter how particular Mrs. Wallace was during her lifeti, once unwilling to even enter the doors of a public hospital, at the last mont of her life, she could only wait in line like an ordinary person at the hospital, to be cremated at the mortuary.
Bruce Wallace went into a detention centre, Winona Wallace completely disappeared without any news, and Mrs. Wallace’s funeral was entirely managed by Sheila Fletcher alone.
The cetery that the elderly lady once favoured could no longer be afforded by the Wallace family, so ultimately, after being cremated, Mrs. Wallace was placed in a small urn in a public cetery’s columbarium cabinet.
...
On this day, it was drizzling.
Bruce, who had been in the detention centre for three months, finally awaited a visit from his family.
His gentle and beautiful wife, Sheila Fletcher, ca with a divorce agreent and sat across the small window.
Sheila looked at the middle-aged man across the small window.
Without long-term maintenance, the man in front of her had already shown signs of old fatigue.
Having first entered the detention centre with the habit of looking down on others, viewing other inmates with the arrogance of his past identity as a successful businessman, Bruce Wallace was taught by three months of harsh reality what reality truly ant.
Here, no one cares that he was once the CEO of the Wallace Group.
Here, everyone is equal; in fact, soone like him, who holds his head high and is of an older age, finds it even harder to survive than others.
He lived poorly, bullied by other inmates, and even secretly subjected to small retaliations.
Bruce Wallace had always hoped for his family to visit him, hoping they could help smooth things over, at least get him a private room.
And just at that mont, the wife he had longed for finally ca.
However, what she brought was—
"Sheila Fletcher, you’ve got so nerve, daring to divorce at this ti? I’ve been in here for three months, and you haven’t visited once. Now, the first ti you co is to make sign a divorce. Aren’t you afraid that once I’m out, people will criticize you for being ungrateful, only tolerating prosperity and not hardships, calling you a heartless whore!!!"
Bruce Wallace was overwheld with anger, not expecting what he awaited was a divorce agreent.
Small and insignificant Sheila Fletcher, back then she was just an ordinary woman with a child, so appearance, and the best at lowering herself.
She had no family background, no backing, just a captivating face.
Since the death of his first wife, Bruce had always kept different won.
He was, after all, a man. Even though he loved his daughter and feared marrying a stepmother who would bully his daughter at ho, he still needed relief, had normal physiological needs.
Because of this, the won he kept outside were all young, beautiful, but delicate.
Give them a condominium, purchase so luxury goods, and give so money, and his young won would obediently follow him.
Sheila Fletcher was actually an accident.
Unexpectedly, while buying luxury goods for a kept woman in a shopping mall, he t her.
Sheila Fletcher was a shopping guide in a mall; she was very beautiful, not the artificial, chemically built kind of beauty, but a beauty that sparkled in every smile and glance.
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