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 and obedience as she entered the

come to see you!”

Barry momentarily cleared the gloom from his eyes, replacing

made for you with my own hands, simmered for

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

Barry took a spoonful, indeed feeling less heaviness in his chest.

brother just visited you, and as soon as I came in, I could see the concern in your face.

“It seems good

How is this considered good

flaring, “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 as giving it to the Abernathy group. Hasn’t

few years before the

you are right. I knew you were bothered by this.”

haven’t told you, fearing it would only add

this point?

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

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

the Abernathy family has mental issues?”

“Yes, grandpa.”

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

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

breathe, coughing and puffing, his face

his back, “Grandpa, calm down, your health is important!”

know about

He knows everything”

bewildered, “He knows, 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 don’t understand him, could have

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

dead body! As long as I’m alive for one more day. I will not let that girl step

“If

uproar He’s also on good terms with Mr. Thaddeus, siding with outsiders, ultimately our family

of relief, his

her,” Edith replied softly, her voice dripping with empathy. “With reason

help

but it will sever their ties once and for all, Edith said,

a brief period of rest, Marilla

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

forged a peaceful life

possible, Jareth would have built a pristine and flawless ivory tower to shelter his girl, who was like a delicate flower in a

didn’t know

that night was like a barely

end just like

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

every day, watching over her as if she were the

steber upon returning home, focusing earnestly on her

hadn’t noticed

about the young mistress, it was her paintings, which

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