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.

at Jean. The innocence in his eyes was

better as soon as possible. If you

her bowl of porridge and kept

that the hatred must

could no longer bring herself to ask anything

news! The bridge

gaze. The trucks with food and medical supplies were all

will run out of food and

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

Everyone panicked.

losing hope as they looked

that were helping others

is most real at such dire

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

rescue team should have arrived long

premonition

“This is plotted.”

way we can make it back

There was no place for the

darkened, the villagers found their own places

most of them dared not return to

in a temporary tent set up near the

heading toward her from a distance.

“Take this.”

of coffee over to

did not stretch her hand out to take it. “I

any water

shake her head. “I’m not

coffee. “Drink it up, or

“You…”

had no choice but to take the can of coffee from Edgar. She took a sip and fell

is not in danger.”

melancholic and

to him and frowned. “You seem to care about Mr. Jevin

“He

wonder Mr. Jevin looked so familiar to her when she first saw him.

very long time.” Jean pursed her lips. She felt even guiltier now.