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!”

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

I’ve come to

gloom from his eyes, replacing it with a genial smile, “Ah,

for you with my own

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

down?” Barry took a spoonful, indeed feeling

I came in, I could see the concern in your face. There’s also an invitation on the table, is that for Jareth and Ms. Marilla’s engagement?”

is ambiguous, “It seems good news

news? How is this considered good

her half of his fortune as the betrothal gifts, and

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

knew you were

there’s something else I haven’t told you, fearing it would only add to your worries.”

could be worse at this

and walked to the coffee table, pulling out

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

girl from the Abernathy family

“Yes, grandpa.”

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,

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 behind her dimwit daughter to plague my precious

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

his back, “Grandpa, calm down,

brother know about this girl’s condition?

He knows everything”

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

of gourmet meals, now, unexpectedly finding charm in plain

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 and call off this

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

it’ll surely lead to an uproar He’s also on good

always 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

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

help but worry. “What if you can’t persuade

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

Marilla

crisis and turmoil the school had gone through, the orderly environment

witnesses at the scene of the incident, the school, under pressure from the influential Fairhaven Group, remained tight–lipped about Marilla’s identity

one who had forged a peaceful

and flawless ivory tower to shelter

he didn’t know was-

was like a barely visible crack on the greenhouse’s glass

just like

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

every day, watching over her as if

locking herself in the steber upon returning home, focusing earnestly

hadn’t noticed anything

paintings, which became

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