Chapter 629

Edith’s forehead was slick with a sheen of cold sweat, her fingers clenched tightly around the bedsheets.

She had always thought Jareth was more brawn than brain. Whenever she pulled a stunt, a little act of stubbornness, a sprinkle of charm, and she could gloss over any mistake.

But now, she realized how terribly wrong she was!

Jareth’s mind was sharp, piercing through her and Gary’s schemes with a single glance! The reason he had been duped time and time again was not due to his lack of wit, but because of his unconditional belief in her, his unwillingness to harbor suspicions.

Now, they were no longer siblings but adversaries.

stood as a formidable foe, a man who had

stood rooted to the spot, seething, but Jareth lacked the patience for idle chatter with the old mutt. With the powerful stride of a man, he brushed

and keep as quiet as a church mouse,” Jareth’s eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, narrowed, the threat in his voice causing a tingling sensation on Edith’s scalp. “If you dare to mess with Evadne and Thad’s marriage, or so much as disturb my fiancée, not even

with venom

eyes locked with Jareth’s fierce and icy gaze, a tumult of shock, rage, and despair

his eyes, a warm smile on his lips as he held her hand, his pride palpable as if he wanted the whole world to

a lifetime ago.

was her brother, hers alone. How did the care and affection that

end up being Marilla’s?

pang of pain in Edith’s heart, but as she recalled how Jareth had hurt her time after time for that woman, even considering her less than Evadne, who had been divorced and childless, all

don’t blame me. This mess, this estrangement – it’s your doing, for not distinguishing between kin and stranger, for reaping what

watched with a heavy heart as her son threatened her daughter, the once harmonious and happy farnily now riven

for marital bliss, “Mom, once the engagement is official, Marilla and I will have our ceremony. According to Elmsworth’s wedding traditions, as the future mother-in-law, you’re meant

Fairhaven bit her lip, her eyes reflecting

reluctant or unwilling. It’s okay, I understand, which is why

you really don’t want to part with the heirloom, I’ve got it covered, Dad left several collectible jewels with me before he passed. I’ll pick the finest one for Marilla and say it’s from you. For the sake of the Fairhaven family’s image, I trust

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