Chapter 734

Jareth had spent just one night in the hospital.

Throughout that sleepless night, he was on the phone non–stop, taking calls, arranging press conferences, and reaching out to renowned psychiatrists and psychologists both domestic and abroad. He was desperate to secure the best possible care for his beloved.

But Barry, as if determined to drive Jareth to distraction, had dumped the entire weight of the corporation’s affairs on his shoulders without regard for his well–being.

Dean stood by helplessly, almost on the verge of tears.

That morning, shortly after Jareth had been hooked up to an IV drip, Lily’s call came through. Learning that Marilla was stable, Jareth immediately yanked out the needle and strode towards the exit while donning his black coat.

“Dean, get the car ready!”

“Mr. Fairhaven, you really should finish your meds before you rush off!” Dean felt heartsick, witnessing how Mr. Fairhaven had tormented himself and how his face had turned gaunt from just a few days of stress.

“I’m fine.”

Jareth had already reached the door; his silhouette showed a blend of determination and desolation, and his hoarse voice was filled with urgent longing. “Nothing matters more to me than seeing my wife.”

Once again, the luxury car pulled into the sprawling driveway of Havenbrook Villa.

again, Jareth was turned away by Hamilton.

a hearty breakfast,” Mr. Murray greeted him; in his respectful demeanor

well? That’s great.”

on breakfast, and she always needed me to coax and persuade her to get up and eat. Every time, I would make sure to eat with her

very caring. Looking after our Ms. Marilla for so long must have been hard on you,”

struck

like a farewell.

are with Ms. Marilla. She’s doing well, so you don’t need to worry. Since

“Murray!”

parting in urgency and his voice hoarse with

that Ms. Marilla is not to

“Visitor?”

out a heavy cough,

understand you’re in a tough spot.

gentleman grow up,

Chapter 734

know how angry and resentful Mr. Hamilton is.

has he done?!” Jareth pressed, frantic for

arguing

over the phone. Your engagement to Ms. Marilla, I’m

implode, and he felt debris and dust raining down upon him, causing

vicious

darling of the Abernathy family than as a grand lady. You’ve done nothing wrong. It’s just that the two of you weren’t meant to be. Don’t clash

words were to a man who

gentlest way he could think to tell him, his love story with Marilla had

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