His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 695

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!”

mask of sweetness and obedience

come to

his eyes, replacing

soup I specially made for you with my own

presented the bowl to Barry, This hearty dish is best for when you’re feeling down; it nourishes the body and calms

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

I came in, I could see the concern in your face. There’s also an invitation on the table, is that for

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

news? How is this considered

practically handed her half of his fortune as the betrothal gifts, and

it will take few years before the whole Fairhaven group falls under the control of

you are right. I knew you were

you, fearing it would only add to

this

pulling out a document hidden

it with a puzzled look, and as he briefly scanned it quickly, his eyes widened in

Abernathy

“Yes, grandpa.”

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 and call her an idiot, or a simpleton. She didn’t

girl. She’s in her early twenties but acts like a child. It turns out her mind is troubled Elspeth

hardly breathe, coughing and puffing, his face turning beet

quickly patted his back, “Grandpa, calm down, your health

brother know about this girl’s condition?

He knows everything”

Has he lost his mind? Does he not fear that their children will

his fill of gourmet meals, now, unexpectedly finding charm in plain boiled rice, he naturally can’t stop himself,”

long as I’m alive for one more day. I will not let that girl step a foot inside

old man, taking his trembling hand into hers, soothing him, “If you abruptly go to Mr. Hamilton,

He’s also on good terms with Mr. Thaddeus,

heart, Barry said with a sigh of relief, his voice a blend of anxiety and affection. “Then give grandpa an

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

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

we resort to Plan B–a bit harsher, perhaps even ruthless, but it will sever their ties once and for all, Edith said,

of rest, Marilla returned to her normal study life.

orderly environment suggested

surveillance footage had been deleted, and since there were no 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

who had forged a peaceful life for Marilla.

pristine and flawless ivory tower to shelter

he didn’t know

night was like a barely visible crack on the greenhouse’s

might end just like

a spider web casting over the sky, eventually covering the

her as if she were the most

the steber upon returning home, focusing earnestly

hadn’t noticed

it was her paintings, which became increasingly dim and enigmatic, more and more beyond Lily’s

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