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.

however, smiled at Jean. The innocence

is for everything to get better as soon

held her bowl of porridge

knew that the hatred must be

no longer bring herself to ask

The bridge

gaze. The trucks with food and medical supplies were

trapped here. They will

the signal tower since last night. What should we do

Everyone panicked.

were losing hope as they looked at their ruined

helping

nature is most real

at all.” Miles thought aloud. “But according to the strength of the earthquake last night, the damage

the rescue team should have arrived long ago after the

scent of a bad premonition was

“This is plotted.”

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

was no

villagers found their own

dared not return to any buildings

to go. She rested in a temporary tent set up near

see Edgar heading toward her from a distance. The moonlight

“Take this.”

of

froze for a moment. She did not stretch her hand out

haven’t had any water since

continued to shake her head. “I’m not

the can of coffee. “Drink it up, or

“You…”

take the can of coffee from Edgar. She took a

life is not in danger.” Edgar spoke as

sounded melancholic and not his usual

turned to him and frowned. “You seem to

“He

no wonder Mr. Jevin looked so familiar to her when she first saw him.

time.” Jean pursed her lips. She felt even guiltier now. She had acted too rashly last