Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 12 Two Lives for the Price of One

“What do you want to do, then?”

She raised her chin arrogantly, trying to put up a brave front like she did at Luminance Club. “My father is dead! We are divorced! Edgar Royden, what else do you want from me?!”

“Gary was responsible for my parents’ death years ago. Now that he is dead, he has only made up for the loss of two lives with the price of one.” Edgar’s deep voice sounded like he was giving her the death penalty!

He tightened his grip on her chin, so strong that she could feel cracking in her jaws, but she would not say a word.

In this moment, hatred and resentment filled every corner of Edgar’s eyes, and Jean seemed to have understood something.

The loss of two lives for the price of one.

After all, she still owed him a life.

“In that case, shall I pay with my life to even out the debt?” She pursed her lips firmly and forced herself not to tear. Her expression was so heart-rending, even Edgar was starting to be moved.

Perhaps anger had overflown her brain, or it could be that Jean had lost all hopes in life after everything she had been through.

Behind Edgar, a van came zooming toward the pair. Everything happened so quickly that nobody saw the van coming.

the time he noticed the van, all he could hear was a loud thud from the collision between the van

stop with a sharp squeak of the tires. The driver quickly hopped off the vehicle only to

Help! Somebody, help!” The driver

reached anxiously to call 999 but was shoved aside by

woman in large strides, then lifted her from

the woman to be much

Hudges, to the hospital,

daze, Jean felt like she could smell a faint cigarette

never stopped rubbing her cheeks with his long and slender fingers as he

she would see her dad’s figure, standing in a beam of blinding light, waving at her, “Jeannie,

the end, Jean closed her

blood, gave in at the same time and finally let go of Edgar’s suit, leaving behind a patch of wrinkled, bloody spot. Edgar’s face instantly flooded with anger as he raised his head and ordered

eight hours of surgery, Jean slowly gained consciousness, and she felt nothing but pain all over

up through the pain and tried to remove the catheter from the back of her hand but was promptly stopped by the nurse who came in just

car accident and had a miscarriage. All you need right now is

face pale as a ghost, could not believe what she had

you know? You were a little over a month

bear to say anything else, “Miss Eyer… I