Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 647 I Have Returned

An hour later, Cedrick and Gwendolyn arrived at the Wright residence.

The butler and housekeepers had just woken up and started their work. However, the tranquility was shattered by

the piercing cries of a baby echoing through the halls.

Sheralyn and Ajax had their hands full.

The cries had also disturbed Frida, who stormed over to investigate, her scathing remarks ready on her tongue.

“Ajax, what kind of father are you? You may excel in managing a company, but what good is that if you can’t even

handle your own child?”

“Yes, you’re right, Mom. I’ll be more attentive next time.”

“What’s the use of being more attentive next time? I’ve heard that line eight hundred times, and you haven’t

changed a bit,” Frida snapped, her words dripping with frustration.

Ajax, who was focused on soothing the crying infant, merely offered a placating response. “Yes, Mom. You’re right.”

Huh?” Frida, still groggy from waking up early, was instantly provoked. “Did you even hear what I said? All you know

how to do is brush me off!”

“Mom, you’re right.”

Sheralyn couldn’t help but chuckle at the scene. When she realized her mother was about to unleash her anger,

she swiftly intervened, “Mom, instead of standing there arguing, why don’t you come and help us soothe the baby?

He’s been crying all morning. We can’t figure out what’s wrong.”

Annoyed with her seemingly incompetent daughter and son-in-law, Frida begrudgingly walked over and muttered,

“You two are such terrible parents! If your brother was still around, he and Gwendolyn would certainly handle all

this effortlessly. I wouldn’t even have to worry!”

When Gwendolyn and Cedrick arrived at the entrance of the Wright residence, carrying bags filled with gifts, they

were greeted by a cacophony of noise.

The butler hurriedly emerged from the villa, his eyes widening in astonishment when he spotted the man standing

beside Gwendolyn.

“M-Mr. Wright?”

His face was filled with disbelief, and he rubbed his eyes to confirm who he was looking at.

They look so alike! Even their aloof demeanor is similar. Yet, upon closer inspection, they seem to be slightly

different.

The butler vividly remembered that Maverick had passed away a year and a half ago.

It was impossible for Maverick to be standing in front of him.

Mixed emotions filled his heart as he mustered a smile and greeted Gwendolyn, “Ms. Harris, have you returned

from Salinsburgh to visit Mrs, and Ms. Wright?”

Gwendolyn nodded and smiled. “I guess you can say that.”

“It’s truly an honor that someone as important as you still remember us. The Wright family is deeply grateful. The

late Old Mr. Wright would surely be pleased. He was right about you, Ms. Harris.”

The butler quickly summoned the servants to assist with carrying Gwendolyn and Cedrick’s gifts.

“May I go to the ancestral hall later and pay respect to Old Mr. Wright? I want to share this news with him.”

“Of course,” the butter replied. He then turned to the man next to Gwendolyn. “May I know who this is, Ms. Harris?”

Gwendolyn cast a sidelong glance at Cedrick, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. “He’s my husband.”

“Oh, I see. You must be Mr. Jenson from Salinsburgh. Your name precedes you, and I must say the resemblance is

striking! Sorry, I mean handsome!” The butler was drawn to Cedrick’s captivating face and almost blurted out the

wrong words.

Gwendolyn stifled a laugh, while Cedrick remained silent and aloof by her side.

“Ms. Harris, Mr. Jenson, please wait in the living room for a while. I’ll inform Mrs. and Ms. Wright of your arrival.”

“Thank you.”

Gwendolyn hooked her arm around Cedrick’s, and together they entered the Wright residence.

It had been over a year since they last visited, and they couldn’t help noticing the changes.

The once lavish rose gardens that Frida adored had been dismantled, replaced by a lush lawn with a swing set and

a children’s slide.

As they entered the grand hall, they noticed that all the beloved antique yellow rosewood furniture had been

replaced with soft fabric couches and rounded coffee tables, designed with child safety in mind.

Cedrick scanned the villa, taking in the changes that had occurred in the year and a half he had been away The

furnishings and decor no longer carried the familiar ambiance he had known in his ten years stay. They seemed

foreign and distant.

Gwendolyn observed his expression in silence, understanding the impact these changes had on him.

After a few minutes, they heard hurried footsteps approaching.

Frida, Sheralyn, and Ajax, who was carrying the baby, rushed down the stairs to greet their distinguished guests.

As Frida descended the steps, she caught sight of Cedrick’s imposing figure from afar.

A surge of familiarity washed over her, causing her heart to race and her steps to quicken. When she finally saw the

man’s face clearly, tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably.

“My son, my son is really alive!” She sobbed and hugged Cedrick as if she had experienced endless longing and

suffering.

Cedrick caught her in his arms, allowing her to hold onto him and sob uncontrollably.

Just then, the butler interjected. “Mrs. Wright, he’s not Mr. Wright. He’s Mr. Jenson, Ms. Harris’ husband.”

“My son is Gwendolyn’s husband. Gwendolyn’s husband must be my son,” Frida shrieked in-between sobs.

Upon hearing her words, Cedrick and Gwendolyn exchanged surprised glances.

When did she realize it? When did her mind become so sharp

Sheralyn hurriedly stepped forward and said in panic, “Mom, what are you saying? My brother and Gwendolyn

divorced so long ago. The man you’re holding is Gwendolyn’s current husband, the heir of the Jenson family. He’s

also known as the boss behind the Federal Bureau of Investigation. He’s renowned for his ruthless and decisive

nature. You need to be careful not to offend him, or you might end up detained…”

Her last statement jolted Frida back to reality.

She lifted her tear-streaked face, gazed at Cedrick’s features once more, and then turned to face Gwendolyn.

Frida still held the letter that Maverick had given her a year and a half ago.

Her son had long been dead, and the adopted son who had taken his place had also died.

It was impossible for her son to be the head of the Jenson family.

Suddenly, her mind snapped back to reality, and her fingers trembled as she released her grip on Cedrick

“I’m sorry, Mr. Jenson. I-I didn’t mean to offend you. 1- she stammered.

Before she could continue, Cedrick gently clasped her wrinkled wrist and smiled warmly. “Mom, it’s me. I have

returned.”

The room fell into stunned silence as those words hung in the air.

Tears welled up in Frida’s eyes. The sheer happiness that she was experiencing made it difficult for her to digest

Cedrick’s revelation.

“You… called me Mom?”

She turned to Gwendolyn to confirm his response.

Gwendolyn nodded to signify that Cedrick’s words were true.

Frida was overwhelmed with joy. “I knew it! Gwendolyn loved my son deeply. Once she makes up her mind, there’s

no turning back. How could she possibly be engaged to someone else and be in love just a few months after

reclaiming her identity? It must be you. It’s really you…”

Sheralyn’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Unlike Frida, she could not accept the truth.

“Oh my goodness! How can my brother be the heir of the Jenson family? Is he not a part of the Wright family?

Mom, is he the illegitimate child of you and someone from the Jenson family? Then I’m…”

She started imagining herself as a discarded illegitimate daughter of a prominent family, caught up in a dramatic

storyline.