The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 143

Chapter 143
If it really wasn’t him, then this matter was not as simple as it seemed. Grace narrowed her cold gaze and looked at Edgar with doubt still in her eyes.
She squeezed his cheeks forcefully with her hand.
The flesh on the man’s cheeks bulged, as if he had two small dumplings in his mouth. His handsome brows slightly furrowed, and his black eyes shimmered, resembling a pitiful, wronged puppy.
“I’ll believe you this time. But if I find out you’re still lying to me, I’ll immediately throw you into prison. Let’s see how long you can last there, and how long your subordinates can keep you out” After saying that, she withdrew her hand angrily.
Edgar slumped on the floor, completely drained of strength.
He wanted to speak, but suddenly, a sour and sweet sensation surged up his throat, causing him to choke and cough violently.
It felt like his lungs were about to come out.
He wasn’t afraid of going to jail. Even if Grace really threw him in, there weren’t many people inside who dared to touch him.
However, he didn’t want Grace to continue misunderstanding him.
“Cough… If L… lie… I won’t… survive… Alright.
Grace turned her head and looked down at him once again.
His face had turned pale from coughing, and he still had a fever. When he furrowed his brows, he looked extremely painful.
Perhaps due to the effect of the special medicine, he looked like a long suffering patient who couldn’t
recover.
Even Eleven and Fifteen, upon seeing his miserable appearance, felt a hint of sympathy.
Grace, however, had an expressionless face, and it was unclear what she was thinking as she stared
at him.
After a while, she looked at Eleven and Fifteen and said, “Which one of you will cook some millet porridge for him and bring it over?”
Eleven and Fifteen exchanged glances, looking very troubled.
“Miss, I can fight for you, but cooking porridge? I’ve never learned that…” Eleven replied.
Fifteen added, “I don’t know how either, really!”
Grace was speechless. Should she hire some bodyguards with decent cooking skills next time?

She looked back at the person on the floor and wondered if she should tell him to take care of it himself. The person seemed to notice her gaze and suddenly coughed harder, with a heartbreaking sound that was pitiful.
Grace pursed her lips.
“Fine, you two help him back to bed. I’ll go cook.”
“Yes.”
After giving the instructions, Grace went downstairs, found the millet in the pantry, and began to cook the porridge.
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After Fifteen helped the person back to bed, he came downstairs to the kitchen to find her.
“Miss, do you believe Mr. Fallen’s words?”
“I believe, but not entirely. I only believe in the final evidence. If it really wasn’t him, there will always be some traces left behind.”
She thought for a moment and continued, “Since he claimed to have sent Adrain away, you investigate this matter and see if it matches what he said.”
“Yes,”
Fifteen nodded and added, “Actually, I still trust Mr. Fallen quite a bit.”
Grace paused in her porridge-making. “Tell me more.”
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“From the fact that he could take Tim out of prison and secretly bring him back without anyone knowing, his power and connections must be extraordinary. It would have been easy for him to rescue Nancy Mellis if he really wanted to. He could have done it a long time ago.”
“Then he could have taken Nancy and gone to a small country on the sea where even immortals couldn’t find them. So, after completing this task, he wouldn’t need to stay in the villa, risking being discovered by you.”
Grace remained silent.
In her anger yesterday, coupled with Edgar’s misunderstanding of her intentions, she readily admitted her suspicions without thinking too deeply.
Now, upon careful consideration, there were indeed many loopholes in this matter’s details.
If it was not him, then who could it be? A sudden thought popped into Grace’s mind.
Could it be someone from the Smith family who harmed her? If it really was that person, when did he discover that she was still alive and in Frant City?
And why did he want to get Nancy out of prison? What was his next move?
As Grace was lost in her thoughts, Fifteen suddenly looked terrified.
“Miss! The porridge! It’s burned!”
Huh? What happened?
“It’s burnt! Miss, the porridge is burnt!”
A burnt smell suddenly filled Grace’s nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. She quickly turned off the stove.
Fortunately, only the bottom of the pot was burned, and the porridge on top was still drinkable, albeit with some difficulty.
She instructed Lu Fifteen to do as she had previously ordered and investigate, while she took a small bowl from the cupboard and filled it with porridge.
As she was going upstairs, she noticed that Edgar’s door was not completely closed, leaving a small
gap.
Grace was about to push the door open when she caught a glimpse of Edgar rolling up his pants and applying medicine to his knee.
Because his skin had become fragile, his knee was covered in dark bruises, swollen, and heavily bruised after last night. The injury was quite severe.
Grace frowned. Although he had knelt at almost the same time as she did, his knee was much worse off than hers. Since they had signed the agreement, she couldn’t remember how many times he had
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voluntarily or involuntarily knelt, and it seemed like he never stopped getting injured.
The once proud and fierce lion seemed to have been truly lamed by her.
But why didn’t she feel particularly happy about it? If she counted carefully, it seemed that his debts had been repaid to a certain extent.
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