The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 127
As Grace listened to the low roar from inside, her palms clenched tighter and tighter.
But when she looked at Eleven, her expression remained icy cold without a hint of warmth. “Do you think I’ve gone too far?”
Eleven immediately knelt down. “That’s not what I meant, Miss. It’s only fair for you to return the pain after the medicine you took last night. But I know that you don’t really want to kill Mr. Fallen.” Hearing his words, Grace felt a little relieved herself.
After some thought, she looked at Seventeen. “Go to the old house and bring Yvonne here. Move quickly.”
“Yes, Miss.” Seventeen quickly set off.
The remaining people stood by the door of the basement, listening to the increasingly intense low roars and struggles, on the brink of despair. Even the tall and burly bodyguards could hardly bear it, feeling that it was a cruel torture for their ears as well.
Another ten minutes passed, and Grace finally gave an order.
“Open the door and bring a bucket of ice water from the refrigerator to help cool him down.”
The bodyguards were initially taken aback, but they obediently followed Grace’s instructions and fetched some ice cubes and a bucket of water to mix.
Creak
The door to the basement opened, and a faint light seeped in, elongating the shadow of Edgar in the middle. Edgar lay curled up on the floor, resembling a baby in its mother’s womb.
The floor beneath him was soaked with sweat, his hair dampened by perspiration, hanging over his forehead, like a wounded and helpless large dog. In this past hour, he had struggled to the point of exhaustion. His body was trembling violently and his face was frighteningly red
Feeling the glaring light on his eyelids, he struggled to lift his eyes. In the blur, he saw a slender and familiar figure against the backlight,
Almost without thinking, he trembled and reached out his hand, his eyes filled with longing as he uttered h oa rse ly, “Grace… I… I feel.. so… uncomfortable…”
He felt sorry for causing her so much discomfort from the drug last night. Today, he had returned it to her. Would she feel a little better in her heart?
Could it offset some of the disgust she felt towards him?
His hand trembled violently, stubbornly wanting to touch that figure. It seemed so close, as if he could reach out and touch it with a single hand. But it also felt distant, like there was an insurmountable barrier between the two of th

Because of the backlight, he couldn’t see Grace’s expression, but he could sense the coldness emanating from her. That intense coldness made his heart ache sharply, even more unbearable than the onset of the medicine.
Grace quietly watched him from a distance, motionless.
Since Edgar opened his eyes, his gaze had never left her. Her pupils trembled slightly, but she didn’t say a word. And Edgar continued to wait, waiting for even a single word of compassion from her.
However, what came was Eighteen pouring the mixed ice and water over his head.
His originally feverish body couldn’t bear the sudden and drastic temperature difference. The bucket of freezing water drenched him to the bone, causing him to tremble even harder. His teeth chattered, and his consciousness uncontrollably began to fade.
“Eighteen, who told you to pour it directly on his head!”
Grace’s hand gripping the armrest tightened abruptly.
“Huh? Wasn’t that what Miss originally instructed?!”
Eighteen was bewildered by her sudden anger. His hand trembled, and the remaining half-bucket of water accidentally poured all at once on Edgar. The immense impact caused Edgar to cough violently.
The heart-wrenching cough echoed in the basement, as if his lungs were about to be coughed up. sounding extremely frightening.
Grace was infuriated by Eighteen’s incompetence. Just as she was about to get up and check on Edgar’s condition, a woman’s scream suddenly came from behind her.
“Ah! Edgar! My Edgar!”
Hearing this voice, Grace’s hand, which had been tightly gripping the armrest, loosened. She sat back steadily in her chair, her face returning to its usual cold and aloof expression.
Yvonne was originally lying in the private ward of the old mansion with a cast on her leg.
When Seventeen came looking for her, his face looked very unpleasant. Yvonne knew immediately that it wouldn’t be good news. She pretended to be pitiful and refused to come, but in the end, she was forcibly dragged over by Seventeen.
As soon as she saw her son in the basement, barely clinging to life after being tortured, Yvonne couldn’t care less about pretending to be lame. She stepped on her casted leg and ran to him as fast as she could. She threw herself down beside Edgar, feeling her son’s body devoid of any warmth, and trembling uncontrollably. She panicked.
“Where’s the doctor? Go find a doctor! My son is dying! He can’t die, he can’t!”
Yvonne, who had been proud for most of her life, cried uncontrollably in front of Grace, disregarding her image. “Grace, I beg you! Save him, he hasn’t done anything wrong. Why are you treating him like this? They say a hundred days of kindness for a day of marriage. Why are you so cruel?”
A hundred days of kindness for a day of marriage?
Grace sneered and said, “In all the years I’ve been married into the Fallen family, I haven’t felt even the slightest bit of kindness. They also say that a daughter-in-law is like a half daughter, but you not only didn’t treat me as a daughter, you even said that I’m not even as good as your pet dog. Now that you see your most beloved son being tormented by the woman you despise the most, how do you
feel?
Yvonne paused for two seconds, then suddenly burst into despairing s obs.
“I feel terrible! I’m so uncomfortable that my heart is suffocating. It’s all my fault, I was mean to you. but my son is innocent. Please save him, Grace! I’m begging you!”
Grace sighed, expressing her helplessness. “I can’t save him, only you can save him.”
Yvonne stopped crying and stared blankly for a few seconds. “What do you mean?”
“The reason why Edgar ended up like this is because he put something you gave him into my coffee, and you…”
Before she could finish, Yvonne hastily shouted, “No! It’s not true! It has nothing to do with him! T
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suggested it to him, but he rejected me. I secretly gave it to him when he wasn’t paying attention! Really, it has nothing to do with him! He doesn’t know! I swear!”
“Oh? Is that so?”
Grace stood up, walked up to Yvonne, and looked down at her condescendingly. She asked, “Then who gave you the medicine? Who helped you come up with the idea of faking an illness?”
Yvonne froze and didn’t answer.