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!”

expression to a mask of sweetness and obedience as she entered the

come to see you!”

gloom from his eyes, replacing

you with my own hands, simmered for a whole

on the table and presented the bowl to Barry, This hearty dish is best for when

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

concern in your

smile that is ambiguous, “It seems good news is

news? How is this considered

“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 the betrothal gifts, and giving it to her is the same

few years before the whole Fairhaven

I knew

there’s something else I haven’t told you, fearing

this

sinker in her heart, Edith turned and walked to the coffee table, pulling out a document hidden from under the

a puzzled look, and as he briefly scanned it quickly, his eyes widened in disbelief at the medical report in front of him, boldly displaying Marilla’s name.

girl from the Abernathy family has

“Yes, grandpa.”

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

acts like a child. It turns out her mind is troubled Elspeth left nothing but a

coughing

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

about this

He knows everything”

not fear that their children will inherit this illness? I truly don’t understand him, could have any woman he desires.

fill of gourmet meals, now, unexpectedly finding charm in plain boiled

group over my dead body! As long as I’m alive for

beside the old man, taking his trembling hand into hers, soothing him, “If you abruptly go to Mr. Hamilton, the news will

to an uproar He’s also on good terms with Mr. Thaddeus, siding with outsiders,

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 be solved?”

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

love, couldn’t help but worry. “What

sever their ties once and for all, Edith said, a mischievous curve playing on her lips. “Just wait

Marilla returned to her

the orderly environment suggested that no storm

school, under pressure from the influential Fairhaven Group, remained tight–lipped

had forged a peaceful life for

pristine and flawless ivory tower to shelter his girl, who was

he didn’t know was-

Marilla had overheard outside the study that night was like a

just

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

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

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

noticed

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

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