His Ex Wife Is A Billionaire

Chapter 695

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!”

she changed her gloomy expression to a mask of sweetness and obedience as

to see you!”

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

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

This hearty dish is best for when you’re feeling

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

concern in your face. There’s also an invitation on the table, is that for Jareth and Ms. Marilla’s

that is ambiguous, “It seems good news is

How is this considered good news!”

her half of his fortune as the betrothal gifts, and giving it to her

they’re married, I doubt it will take few years before the

knew you were bothered

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

could be worse at this

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

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

Abernathy family

“Yes, grandpa.”

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

in her early twenties but acts like a child. It turns out her mind is troubled

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

quickly patted his back, “Grandpa, calm

brother know about

He knows everything”

not fear that their children will inherit this illness? I truly don’t understand him, could

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

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 Hamilton Abernathy first thing tomorrow morning and call off this

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

know how he is like; it’ll surely lead to an uproar He’s also on good terms with Mr. Thaddeus, siding with outsiders, ultimately

your granddad’s heart, Barry said with a sigh of relief, his voice

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

love, couldn’t help but worry.

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

period of rest, Marilla returned to her

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

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 a

forged a peaceful life for

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

didn’t know

conversation Marilla had overheard outside the study that night was like a

might end just

spider web casting over the sky,

watching over her as if she

learned to disguise her feelings, locking herself in the steber upon returning home,

hadn’t noticed anything unusual.

paintings, which became increasingly dim and enigmatic, more

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