Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 297 Was He Injured?

Mr. Jevin was still alive. He was just unconscious and needed immediate treatment at the hospital. Unfortunately, both his legs might be crippled after this.

“How…” Jean could not control her tears anymore. Edgar pulled her from the back and held both her arms. “Enough.”

“He just went in. He was going to come out to see me. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have pestered him.” Jean’s body shook non-stop. “If I hadn’t pestered him, he wouldn’t have gone in, and this wouldn’t have happened.”

Mr. Jevin had helped her so many times. Yet she made him suffer like this. Jean could not help but cry. The man’s shirt was soaked in her tears.

He frowned hard and pulled her into his arms. He held the back of her neck with his fingers. His voice was low as he spoke, “It’s a natural disaster. It’s not under your control.”

Jean sobbed hard.

The village was covered with debris from the earthquake that night.

At the break of dawn, everyone came out to help. Some helped others take care of the children, while the rest helped move things.

Jean stood in front of Mr. Jevin’s house. Her eyes reddened as she looked at the ruins.

“Miss Eyer, please go there for breakfast.”

The whole village was separated from the outside world because of the earthquake. Even the rescue teams and their vehicles were stuck at the foot of the mountain.

The village hospital was overcrowded with patients. Those with minor injuries could not receive treatment and could only squat by the streets. The whole scene was heartbreaking.

Jean turned around and answered Miles, “No, thanks. I don’t have any appetite.”

“Miss Eyer, I think you should go.” Miles lowered his voice and spoke into Jean’s ear.

Jean frowned and started moving. She walked towards Edgar slowly with determination.

Miles took a deep sigh of relief.

Jean walked faster and faster until she reached Edgar. “Why did you help these people here over the years?”

Edgar put a bowl of porridge into her hands. “Have some food first.”

“Tell me first!”

She spotted the bearded man as she spoke. He was bringing two children over. One of them was the boy who gave Edgar a windmill yesterday.

The bearded man still had a hat over his head to hide the scars on his face.

He avoided Jean’s gaze.

child, however, smiled at Jean. The innocence in his eyes was

face was cold. “After this incident, the only thing everyone wishes is for everything to get better as soon as possible. If you have anything else to ask,

her bowl of porridge and kept

knew that the hatred must be all-consuming for him

bring herself to

The bridge

trucks with food

They will run out of food and medical

the signal tower since last night. What should we do

Everyone panicked.

losing hope as they looked at their ruined

helping others

most real at

according to the strength of the earthquake last night, the damage shouldn’t be so

have arrived long ago after the

bad premonition was lurking in the

“This is plotted.”

no way

worse and worse. There was no place for the people to

villagers found their own

not return to any buildings in fear of another

rested in

Edgar heading toward her from a distance. The moonlight stretched his

“Take this.”

of coffee over to

froze for a moment. She did not stretch her

any water since

continued to shake her

“Drink it up, or I will pour it

“You…”

of coffee from Edgar. She took a sip and

just unconscious. His life is not in

melancholic and

frowned. “You seem to care about Mr. Jevin

“He is Susan’s

Jevin looked so familiar to her when she first saw him. It turned out that it was because Susan and

very long time.” Jean pursed her lips. She felt even guiltier now. She had acted too rashly last night to have spoken to Mr. Jevin in that