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!”

changed her gloomy expression to a mask of

to

granddaughter, Barry momentarily cleared the gloom from his eyes, replacing it with a

you

the bowl to Barry, This hearty dish is best for when you’re feeling down; it nourishes the body and calms the mind. Grandpa, please have a

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

soon as I came in, I could see the concern in your face. There’s also an invitation on the table, is that for Jareth and Ms. Marilla’s

seems good news is on

How is this

by her! He’s practically handed her half of his fortune as the betrothal gifts, and giving it to her is the same

years before the whole Fairhaven group falls under

are right. I knew you were

sighed, “Actually, there’s something else I haven’t told you, fearing

be worse at this point?

cold sinker in her heart, Edith turned and walked to the coffee table, pulling out a document hidden from under the tray “Grandpa, take a

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

girl from the Abernathy family

“Yes, grandpa.”

autism. Simply put, she has mental illness. We were classmates

but acts like a child. It turns out her mind

hardly breathe, coughing and puffing, his face turning

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

brother know about this

He knows everything”

fear that their children will inherit this illness? I truly don’t understand him, could

fill of gourmet meals, now, unexpectedly finding charm in plain

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

into hers, soothing him, “If you abruptly

like; it’ll surely lead to an uproar He’s also on good terms with Mr. Thaddeus, siding with outsiders, ultimately our family will be at

had a knack for warming your granddad’s heart, Barry said with a sigh of relief,

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

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

bit harsher, perhaps even ruthless, but it will sever their ties once and for all, Edith

brief period of rest, Marilla returned to her normal study

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

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

the one who had forged a peaceful life for Marilla.

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

what he didn’t know was-

conversation Marilla had overheard outside the study that night was like a barely

end just like

spread like a spider web casting over the sky, eventually covering the entire greenhouse, shattering it into pieces

over her as if she were

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

noticed anything unusual.

paintings, which

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