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.

smiled at Jean. The innocence in his

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, you can ask when we get

held her bowl of porridge and kept

that the hatred must be all-consuming for him

longer bring herself to ask

The bridge

trucks with food and medical supplies were

here. They will run out

signal tower since last night. What should we do now that the only route into

Everyone panicked.

were losing hope as they looked

helping

is most

thought aloud. “But according to the strength of the earthquake last night, the

the rescue team should have

of a bad premonition was lurking in the stuffy

“This is plotted.”

frowned hard. “There is no way we can make it back

got worse and worse. There was no place for the people to sleep at

darkened, the villagers found their

dared not return to any buildings in

had nowhere to go. She rested in a temporary tent set

could see Edgar heading toward her from a distance. The moonlight stretched his figure. He

“Take this.”

of coffee

her hand out to

any water

shake her head. “I’m not

the can of coffee. “Drink it up, or I will

“You…”

can of coffee from Edgar. She took a sip

he’s just unconscious. His life is not in danger.” Edgar spoke as he watched a group of

and not his usual

to him and frowned. “You seem to care about

“He is

to her when she

felt