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!”

her gloomy expression to a mask of sweetness and

I’ve come to

from his eyes,

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

best for when you’re feeling down; it nourishes the body

Barry took a

see the concern in your face. There’s also an invitation on the table, is that for Jareth and Ms. Marilla’s engagement?”

ambiguous, “It seems good news is on

news? How is this

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

before the whole Fairhaven group falls under the control of

I knew you were bothered by this.”

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

worse at this point? Just

table, pulling out a document hidden

eyes widened in disbelief at the medical

the Abernathy family has

“Yes, grandpa.”

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 college,

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

furious he could hardly breathe, coughing and puffing, his face turning beet

“Grandpa, calm

your brother know about

He knows everything”

mind? Does he not fear that their children will inherit this illness? I truly don’t understand him, could have any woman he desires. Why

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

of his sofa, “The entire Abernathy family are a bunch of liars! They want to push their unwanted daughter into the Fairhaven group 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

his trembling hand into hers, soothing him, “If you abruptly go to

also on good

relief, his voice a blend of anxiety

her voice dripping with empathy. “With reason and emotions–I hope I can persuade her to stop

couldn’t help but

ties once and for

period of rest, Marilla returned to her normal

through, the orderly environment suggested that no storm

and since there were no witnesses at the scene of the incident, the school, under pressure

had forged

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

he didn’t know was-

outside the study that night was

end just like

over the sky, eventually covering

side every day, watching over her as if she were the most precious thing

the steber upon returning home,

hadn’t noticed anything unusual.

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

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