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

the tires. The driver quickly hopped off the vehicle

help!” The driver

was shoved aside by what felt like an

strides, then lifted her from the pool of blood,

woman to be much stronger than she

to the hospital,

like she could smell

rubbing her cheeks with his long and slender fingers as he

was exhausted. Every time she shut her eyes, she would see her dad’s figure, standing in a beam of blinding light, waving at her,

end, Jean

Edgar’s suit, leaving behind a patch of wrinkled, bloody spot. Edgar’s face instantly flooded with anger as he

of surgery, Jean slowly gained consciousness, and she felt

the catheter from the back of her hand

make sudden movements, you were in a car

could not believe what she had just

were a little over a month into pregnancy! But it’s such a pity that we

say anything else, “Miss Eyer… I am sorry for your loss.