Chapter 695

Edith stopped in front of them, revealing a sweet smile, putting on quite the show.

“Well, little Edith, how have you been keeping?” Gary asked with feigned concern on the side.

“Much better, thank you for asking. Uncle.”

“That’s good to hear. You’re the apple in the Fairhaven family’s eye. If something happened to you, it would pain your grandpa and your mom to death! Gary’s words were intended for Jareth’s ears.

Then, with a meaningful wink at Edith, Gary hummed a tune and walked away

“What are you doing here? Jareth’s gaze was icy as he stared her down.

I've brought some homemade ginseng tea for Grandpa, while it’s still hot.”

Edith batted her innocent eyes, “Jareth, you wouldn’t deny me the chance to serve Grandpa, would you?”

Jareth’s eyes narrowed as he lifted a finger, pointing it at her face with an oppressive force.

Without a word, his silence was more intimidating than any threat, causing Edith’s heart to race and her hands, holding the tray, to tremble slightly.

“Edith, I’m warning you, don’t play tricks. Otherwise, I’ll pull out that forked tongue of yours and chop off your treacherous legs. Just try if you don’t believe me.”

With those words, Jareth brushed past her and left with long strides.

Edith glared fiercely at the unshakable tall back of the man, atid bitterly gritted her teeth.

“Heh, then let’s just see!”

to a mask of

come to

Barry momentarily cleared the gloom from his eyes, replacing it

I specially made for you with my

is best for when you’re feeling

I’m feeling down?” Barry took a spoonful, indeed feeling less heaviness in

and as soon as I came in, I could see the concern in your face. There’s also an invitation on the

that is ambiguous, “It seems good news is

is this considered

her half of his fortune as the betrothal gifts, and giving it to her is

before the whole Fairhaven group falls under the control of the Abernathy

knew you

there’s something else I haven’t told you, fearing it would only

could be worse at this point? Just tell me!”

turned and walked to the coffee table, pulling out a document hidden from under the tray “Grandpa, take a look at

he briefly scanned it quickly, his eyes

girl from the Abernathy family has

“Yes, grandpa.”

gleamed with malice, “She, and the entire Abernathy family, have been hiding Marilla’s condition from you. In fact, she has severe autism. Simply put, she has mental illness. We were classmates in junior high, and back then everyone would talk behind her back

felt something was off about that girl. She’s in her early twenties but acts like a child. It turns out her mind is

was so furious he could hardly breathe, coughing and puffing, his face

his back, “Grandpa, calm down, your

your brother know about this girl’s condition?

He knows everything”

that their children will

appearance. He’s had his fill of gourmet meals, now, unexpectedly finding charm in plain boiled rice, he

want to push their unwanted daughter into the Fairhaven group over my dead body! As long as

hers, soothing him, “If you

good terms with Mr. Thaddeus, siding with outsiders, ultimately our family will

a knack for warming your granddad’s heart, Barry said with a sigh of relief, his voice a blend of anxiety and affection. “Then give grandpa

I’ll find a moment to have a talk to her,” Edith replied softly, her voice

of his grandson madly in love, couldn’t help but worry. “What if you can’t

their ties once and for all, Edith said, a mischievous curve playing on her lips.

brief period of rest, Marilla returned to

significant crisis and turmoil the school had gone through, the orderly environment suggested that no storm was too fierce to be

scene of the incident, the school, under pressure from

the one who had forged

possible, Jareth would have built a pristine and flawless ivory tower to shelter his

he didn’t know

outside the study that night was like a barely visible crack on the

might end just like that.

like a spider web casting over the sky, eventually covering

over her as

upon returning home, focusing earnestly on her

noticed anything unusual.

young mistress, it was her paintings, which became increasingly dim

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