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

I’ve come to

eyes, replacing it with a genial smile, “Ah,

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

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

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

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

“It seems good news is on the horizon,

this considered good news!”

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

will take few years before the whole Fairhaven

knew you were bothered by

you, fearing it would only add to your worries.”

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

pulling out a document hidden from

briefly scanned it quickly, his eyes widened in disbelief at the medical report in front of him, boldly

Abernathy

“Yes, grandpa.”

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

I always felt something 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 nothing but a defective

coughing and puffing, his face

patted his back, “Grandpa, calm down, your

brother know about this girl’s

He knows everything”

his mind? Does he not fear that their children will

of gourmet meals, now, unexpectedly finding charm

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 and call off this engagement!” “Grandpa, that

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

he is like; it’ll surely lead to an uproar He’s also on good terms with Mr. Thaddeus, siding

a sigh of relief, his voice a blend of anxiety and affection. “Then give grandpa an idea, how could this matter be solved?”

of former classmates. I’ll find a moment to have a talk to her,” Edith replied softly, her voice dripping with empathy. “With reason

in love, couldn’t help but worry. “What

harsher, perhaps even ruthless, but it will sever their ties once and for all, Edith said, a mischievous curve playing on her lips. “Just wait and see,”

period of rest, Marilla returned

had gone through, the orderly

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

had forged

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

he didn’t know

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

end just like that.

casting over the sky, eventually covering the entire greenhouse,

her as if she were the most precious

her feelings, locking herself in the steber upon returning home, focusing earnestly on her

hadn’t noticed anything

paintings,

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