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!”

changed her gloomy expression to a mask of

to

seeing his granddaughter, Barry momentarily cleared the gloom from his eyes, replacing it with a genial

specially made for you

is best for when you’re feeling down;

down?” Barry took a spoonful, indeed feeling less heaviness in his

could see the concern in

ambiguous, “It seems good news is on the

news? How is this

“I only have one grandson, and he’s being toyed with by that Abernathy girl! Completely bewitched by her! He’s practically handed her half of his fortune as

take few years before the whole Fairhaven group falls under the

right. I knew you were bothered by

something else I haven’t told you, fearing

worse at this

Edith turned and walked to the coffee table, pulling out a document hidden from under the tray

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

Abernathy family has mental issues?”

“Yes, grandpa.”

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

out her mind is troubled Elspeth left

could hardly breathe, coughing and

his back, “Grandpa, calm down,

brother know about this girl’s condition?

He knows everything”

Does he not fear that their

unexpectedly finding charm in plain

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

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

surely lead to an uproar He’s also on good

thoughtful granddaughter, you’ve always had a knack for warming your granddad’s heart, Barry said with a sigh of relief, his voice a blend

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

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

harsher, perhaps even ruthless, but it will sever their ties once and for all, Edith

a brief period of rest, Marilla returned to her normal study

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

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

had forged a peaceful life for

have built a pristine and flawless ivory tower to shelter his girl, who

he didn’t know

that night was like a barely

end just like that.

spider web casting over the sky, eventually covering the entire greenhouse, shattering it

every day, watching over her as if she were

in the steber upon returning home, focusing earnestly on

noticed anything

was her paintings, which became increasingly dim and enigmatic,

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