Chapter 617

Hamilton’s words were like an emotional grenade, detonating without warning and leaving shockwaves in their path.

Not only did Frederic’s face look like it had taken a hit, but I bet even a fly buzzing by would have swelled up from the blast. Only his dad knew how to handle this black sheep of the family,

Glynnis shrunk behind Frederic like a quail in hiding, too scared to even show her face.

Evadne hurried over, her voice soft and soothing, “Marilla, honey, don’t be scared. I’m here, your brother and granddad are here too.”

Marilla lifted her tear–stained face from Jareth’s embrace; her cheeks were swollen as if soaked by the moon’s glow, dampening his shirt with her tears.

“Evadne.”

That term of endearment brought a swell of emotion to Evadne’s eyes, a numbing pain to her heart.

Marilla, choking back sobs, clung to Jareth’s shirt, her delicate hands gripping tight, “I don’t want to be apart from Jareth.”

In that moment, Jareth felt a sharp pain in his chest, pulling her in closer as if to crush her into his being, “We won’t be apart, Marilla, no matter what happens, I won’t leave you,”

Evadne stood speechless, her heart brimming with empathy.

In Marilla, she saw her own past self- the one who had been locked away at home by Emeric, the one who had leapt from her window on a stormy night, frantic to find Thaddeus.

She too had been held in his arms, insisting over and over that she couldn’t bear to be apart from him.

But she had been luckier than Marilla.

Emeric was all bark and no bite, his harsh words belied a tenderness and a willingness to compromise for the love of his daughter.

But Frederic was different. Self–serving and cold–hearted, how could he truly have Marilla’s best interests at heart?

To him, his reputation and the Abernathy family’s interests trumped everything, even family ties.

you, boy, because you’ve never understood a word I’ve said! I came here today to back these young lovebirds!” Hamilton’s gaze was steely as he stared down Frederic, “Didn’t you just say you’d rather die than agree to this match?

What are

anger, his words almost laughable,

the Abernathy Group. You’ve just managed to push me into retirement; you wouldn’t want to die now, would

threatening the younger generation with such nonsense! Jareth respects you for Marilla and Thaddeus‘ sake, but you’re

his hand gripping the stair’s railing, veins

berated him with harsh words in

wasn’t just in front of his children, but they were tearing

which he never took to heart. and Jareth

detail of their conversation with Jareth? He had just arrived, hadn’t he?

an hour

parked

Inside the vehicle.

Evadne und Hamilton, watching his lady love openly display her skills in front of Hamilton, hacking into

all set.” Evadne handed the

done?” Hamilton looked at her in amazement.

“Yes.”

you are so talented! Not like Thaddeus, good only for making money!” Hamilton said, playfully pinching Evadne’s nose

Thaddeus turned silent.

down, but he was also getting handsy with

intently watching everything

seeing the young couple being bullied, clenched

we go now?” Thaddeus asked, his voice strained.

was grave, “Let’s

youngsters were

this is undoubtedly a tough test for him.”

but was also rational, “They’ve just taken the first step and faced such a huge obstacle. There will be more trouble ahead. This time, I need to see just how much Jareth loves Marilla and whether he has the strength to protect my little granddaughter. The Fairhaven family, as far as I know, isn’t much stronger than the Chambers family, which is a den of wolves. If Marilla is to be with Jareth, I must be sure that Jareth has the ability to provide a safe haven for

exchanged looks,

the true love of an elder for the younger

had thoroughly

won’t give his blessing, I

a warm, friendly smile

and, with his arm around his petite wife, approached

from crying, but her

“Ah.”

with emotion as he took his granddaughter’s hand in his, “My dear girl, you’re my favorite. Have you

her head through her tears, “No, Grandpa.”

staggered, her features contorted

like a nuclear bomb. All those years she’d spent playing

the game of love and family. She’d been beaten by

to take good care of her, spoil her rotten. Just like Thaddeus

“Grandpa, I can.”

eyes, “I swear

him, her hand

mean, Jareth. You don’t have to say a thing. I

tears secretly, while Thaddeus wrapped an arm around her slender waist and whispered

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