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!”

to a mask of sweetness and

I’ve come to see

his eyes, replacing it with a genial

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

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

took a

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

that is ambiguous, “It seems good news 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 as giving it to the Abernathy group. Hasn’t he

they’re married, I doubt it will take few years before the whole Fairhaven

knew you were

you, fearing

this point? Just tell

her heart, Edith turned and walked to the coffee table, pulling

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

girl from the Abernathy family has

“Yes, grandpa.”

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.

twenties but acts like a child. It turns out her mind

coughing and

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

know about this girl’s condition?

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.

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

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

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

good terms

of relief, his voice a blend of anxiety and affection. “Then give grandpa an idea, how could

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 no future

thinking of his grandson madly in love, couldn’t help but worry. “What if you can’t persuade that girl?”

even ruthless, but it will sever their ties once and

Marilla

orderly environment suggested that no storm was too

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 ordeal as a hostage.

one who had forged a peaceful life for Marilla.

built a pristine and flawless ivory tower to

didn’t know

conversation Marilla had overheard outside the study that night was like

might end just

spread like a spider web casting over

by Marilla’s side every day, watching over her as

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

noticed

the young mistress, it was her paintings, which

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