His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

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

come to see you!”

the gloom from his eyes, replacing it

is the soup I specially made for you with my own hands, simmered for a whole day?”

and presented 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

down?” Barry took a spoonful, indeed feeling

just visited you, and as soon as I came in, I could see the concern in

“It seems good

How is this

Abernathy girl! Completely bewitched by her! He’s practically handed her half

take few years before the whole Fairhaven group falls under

are right. I knew you were bothered by this.”

haven’t told you,

be worse at this point? Just tell

to the coffee table, pulling

look, and as he briefly scanned it quickly, his eyes

from the Abernathy family

“Yes, grandpa.”

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 simpleton. She didn’t even complete college, dropping out midway because

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

he could hardly breathe, coughing and puffing,

his back, “Grandpa, calm down, your

about

He knows everything”

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

innocent appearance. He’s had his fill of gourmet meals, now, unexpectedly finding charm in plain boiled rice, he

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

him, “If you abruptly go to Mr. Hamilton, the news will spread to big

also on good terms with Mr. Thaddeus,

granddaughter, you’ve always had a 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 could this matter

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

thinking of his grandson madly in love, couldn’t help but worry.

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

brief period of rest, Marilla returned

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

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 ordeal as

the one who had forged a peaceful life

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

didn’t know

overheard outside the study that night was like

might end just like

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

her as

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

hadn’t noticed anything

was anything different about the young mistress, it was her paintings,