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!”

of sweetness and obedience as

to see

his granddaughter, Barry momentarily cleared the gloom from his eyes, replacing it with a genial smile, “Ah, Edith, my dear”

for you with my own

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

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

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

that is ambiguous, “It seems good news is on the horizon, right?”

news? How is this considered good

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

the whole Fairhaven group

I knew you were bothered

you, fearing it would

this point?

the coffee table, pulling out a document hidden from

as he briefly scanned it quickly, his eyes widened in

Abernathy

“Yes, grandpa.”

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

a child. It turns out her mind is troubled Elspeth left nothing but a defective seed! She’s gone, and yet

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

back, “Grandpa, calm

know about this girl’s

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

gourmet meals, now, unexpectedly finding charm in

push 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 Hamilton Abernathy first thing tomorrow morning

trembling hand into hers, soothing him, “If you abruptly go to Mr. Hamilton, the news will spread to big brother immediately.

He’s also on good terms with Mr.

had 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,

find a 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

of his grandson madly in love, couldn’t help but

even ruthless, but it will sever their ties once and for all, Edith said, a mischievous curve

period of rest, Marilla returned to her normal study

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

scene of the incident, the school, under pressure from the influential

forged

possible, Jareth would have built a pristine and flawless ivory tower to shelter his

what he didn’t know was-

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

might end just like

a spider web casting over the

side every day, watching over her as if she

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

hadn’t noticed anything unusual.

it was her paintings, which became increasingly dim and enigmatic, more and more beyond

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