His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

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!”

a mask of

I’ve come to

cleared the gloom from his eyes, replacing it with a genial smile, “Ah,

is the soup I specially made for you with my own hands, simmered

Barry, This hearty dish is best for when you’re feeling down; it

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

in, I could see the concern in your face. There’s

smile that is ambiguous, “It seems good news is on the horizon,

is this considered

the bowl down, his temper flaring, “I only have one grandson, and he’s being toyed with by that Abernathy girl! Completely bewitched by her! He’s practically handed her half of his fortune as the betrothal gifts, and giving it to her is the same as giving it

take few years before the

right. I knew you

haven’t told you, fearing it would

be worse at this point? Just

pulling out a document hidden from under

and as he briefly scanned it quickly, his eyes widened in disbelief at the medical report in

Abernathy family has mental

“Yes, grandpa.”

has mental illness. We were classmates in junior high, and back then everyone would talk behind her back and call her an idiot, or a simpleton. She didn’t even complete

mind is troubled Elspeth left nothing but a defective seed! She’s gone, and yet she left behind her dimwit daughter to plague my precious

hardly breathe, coughing

back, “Grandpa, calm down, your

know about this girl’s

He knows everything”

uncontrollable, almost bewildered, “He knows, yet he still wants to marry her? Has he lost his mind? Does he not fear that their children will inherit this illness? I truly don’t understand

had his fill of gourmet meals, now, unexpectedly finding charm in plain boiled rice, he

over my dead body! As long as I’m alive for one more day. I will not let that girl step a foot inside our door! I’ll go see Hamilton Abernathy first thing tomorrow morning and call off this engagement!” “Grandpa, that may not be

“If you abruptly go to Mr. Hamilton, the news will spread

He’s also on good terms with

Barry said with a sigh of relief, his voice

I have the bond of former classmates. I’ll find a moment to have a talk to her,” Edith replied softly, her voice dripping with empathy. “With reason and emotions–I hope I can persuade her to stop bothering my brother, as they have

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

Plan B–a bit harsher, perhaps even ruthless, but it will sever their ties once and for all, Edith said, a mischievous curve playing on her lips. “Just

Marilla returned to her normal study

through, the orderly environment suggested that no storm was too fierce to

witnesses at the scene of the incident, the school, under pressure from the influential Fairhaven Group, remained tight–lipped about Marilla’s identity and her ordeal as a

the one who had forged a

built a pristine and flawless ivory tower to shelter his girl, who was like a delicate flower in a

he didn’t

overheard outside the study that night was like a barely

end just

it would slowly, Insidiously spread like a spider web casting over the sky, eventually covering the entire

watching over her as if she were

her feelings, locking herself in the steber upon returning home, focusing earnestly on her paintings, without showing her

noticed anything unusual.

there was anything different about the young mistress, it was her paintings, which became increasingly dim and