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!”

gloomy expression to a mask of sweetness

come to see

momentarily cleared the gloom from his eyes,

specially made for you with my own hands, simmered

the table 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

Barry took a spoonful, indeed feeling less heaviness

just visited you, and as soon as I came in, I could see the concern in your face. There’s also an

smile that is ambiguous, “It seems good news is on the horizon, right?”

news? How is this considered good

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

will take few years before the whole Fairhaven group falls under the control of the Abernathy

I knew you were bothered by

“Actually, there’s something else I haven’t told you, fearing it would only add to your

this point? Just

Edith turned and walked to the coffee table, pulling out a document hidden from under the tray “Grandpa, take a look at

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

from the Abernathy

“Yes, grandpa.”

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

turns out her mind is troubled Elspeth left nothing but a defective seed! She’s gone, and yet she left behind her dimwit daughter to plague

was so furious he could hardly breathe, coughing and puffing, his

“Grandpa, calm down, your health

know about this

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

unexpectedly finding

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

hers, soothing him, “If you abruptly

like; it’ll surely lead to an uproar He’s also on good terms with

Barry said with a sigh of relief,

Grandpa, Marilla 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.

grandson madly in love, couldn’t help

resort to Plan B–a bit harsher, perhaps even ruthless, but it will sever their ties once and for all, Edith said, a mischievous curve playing

Marilla returned

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

the school, under pressure

the one who had forged a peaceful life for

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

didn’t know was-

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

end just like

spread like a spider web casting over the sky, eventually covering the entire

side every day, watching over her

the steber upon returning home, focusing earnestly on her paintings, without showing her

noticed anything

her paintings, which became

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