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 as she

to

momentarily cleared the gloom from his eyes, replacing it with a genial smile, “Ah, Edith,

for you with my own

is best for when you’re feeling down; it nourishes the body

took a spoonful,

as soon as I came in, I could see the concern in your face. There’s also an invitation on the table, is that

ambiguous, “It seems good news is

news? How is this considered good

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 as giving it to the Abernathy group. Hasn’t he considered the consequences?

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

you are right. I knew you were

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

be worse at this point?

Edith turned and walked to the coffee table, pulling

briefly scanned it quickly, his eyes widened in disbelief at the medical report in front of him, boldly displaying

from the Abernathy family has mental issues?”

“Yes, grandpa.”

“She, and the entire Abernathy 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 a simpleton. She didn’t even complete

wonder I always felt something was off about that girl. She’s in her early twenties but acts like a child. It turns out her mind is troubled Elspeth left nothing but a defective seed! She’s gone, and yet she left

could hardly breathe, coughing

“Grandpa, calm down, your health

know about this

He knows everything”

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

now, unexpectedly finding charm in

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

man, taking his trembling hand into hers, soothing him, “If you

to an uproar He’s also on good terms

sigh of relief, his voice a blend of anxiety and affection. “Then give grandpa an idea, how could

moment to have a talk to her,” Edith replied softly, her voice dripping with empathy. “With reason and emotions–I hope I can persuade her to stop bothering my

grandson madly in love, couldn’t help but

once and for all, Edith said, a mischievous curve playing on her

of rest, Marilla returned to her normal study

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

school, under pressure from the influential Fairhaven Group, remained tight–lipped about Marilla’s identity and her ordeal as

forged a peaceful life for

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

didn’t know was-

Marilla had overheard outside the study that night was like a barely visible

end just

would slowly, Insidiously spread like a spider web casting over the sky, eventually covering

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

learned to disguise her feelings, locking herself in the steber upon returning home, focusing earnestly on her paintings, without showing

hadn’t noticed anything

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

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