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 obedience as she entered the study.

come to see you!”

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

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

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

how did you know I’m feeling down?” Barry took a spoonful, indeed feeling

you, and as 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

seems good news

How is this considered good

girl! Completely bewitched by her! He’s practically handed her half of his fortune as the betrothal gifts, and giving

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

are right. I knew you were bothered

I haven’t told you, fearing it would only add

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

coffee table, pulling out a document

eyes widened in

the Abernathy family has mental

“Yes, grandpa.”

Abernathy family, have been hiding Marilla’s 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

She’s in her early twenties but acts like a child. It turns out her mind is troubled Elspeth left nothing but a

was so furious he could hardly breathe, coughing and puffing, his face turning beet red.

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

your brother know about this girl’s condition?

He knows everything”

yet he still wants to marry her? Has he lost his 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 is he infatuated with a

unexpectedly finding charm in

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

taking his trembling hand into hers, soothing him, “If you abruptly go to Mr. Hamilton, the news will spread to big brother immediately.

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

knack for warming your granddad’s heart, Barry said with a sigh of relief, his voice a blend of anxiety and affection. “Then give grandpa an idea, how

and 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 emotions–I hope I can persuade her to stop bothering

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

will sever their ties once and for all, Edith said, a mischievous curve playing on her

rest, Marilla returned to her

gone through, the orderly environment suggested that no storm was

scene of the incident, the school, under pressure from the influential Fairhaven Group, remained tight–lipped about Marilla’s identity and her ordeal

who had forged a peaceful life for Marilla.

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

didn’t know

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

just

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

her as if she were

steber upon returning home, focusing earnestly on her

hadn’t noticed

different about the young mistress, it was her paintings, which became increasingly dim and

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