The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 182
As expected, the little troublemaker, Grace, couldn’t afford any suffering.
Patric shook his head and sighed, vowing to never mess with this little ancestor again.
On the other end of the phone, Chris was oblivious to the fact that he had fallen into a trap. “I heard from Patric that you have been collecting evidence on the Evans family lately. I happened to take a look at a file and will have Patric fax it to your work computer tomorrow.” he said.
Grace chuckled inwardly. Did he really think she had the time to “happened to take a look” things over? She had planned to wait until after she was punished to bring this up. So, does this count as a slap and a sweet date? It felt a little uncomfortable to think about, but she considered it payback for her brother’s broken promise.
Not bad at all! And there was no reason not to have the evidence delivered right to her door. Grace sweetly replied, blowing off Chris’s empty promises before finally ending the call.
Due to Edgar being in the hospital it was quite late by the time Grace finished kneeling. She casually tidied up a room and let Patric spend the night at Cloud View Villa.
The next morning, Grace went to work as usual. The evidence that Chris had promised was quickly sent to her via fax. She typed it out and carefully reviewed its contents. True to form, her big brother was efficient.
The evidence was detailed enough to ensure that Jade would spend the rest of his life behind bars. Tomorrow, she would bring doomsday upon the Evans family.
She called May for a meeting, and before she knew it, she was busy until the afternoon. Thinking about Edgar still recovering from his injuries in the hospital, she pondered for a moment before calling Fifteen and instructing him to find something small.
When it was time to leave work, Grace packed up and headed back to Cloud View Villa. Upon arriving, she unexpectedly ran into Eleven?! She frowned and asked, “Why are you back? Weren’t you supposed to be guarding the hospital?”
Eleven explained, “Mr. Fallen said he didn’t want to stay in the hospital
“He was discharged so soon?” Grace fell silent for a moment. She had originally planned to visit him at the hospital that night. Now that they were all back, it seemed like their injuries had almost healed. She took a step forward and was about to enter when Eleven leaned closer and whispered, “Miss, I think something’s off with Mr. Fallen this time.”
“So, you think so too?” It appeared that he was truly acting strangely. Grace furrowed her brows, her gaze deepening.

Eleven nodded. “As soon as Mr. Fallen returned, he went straight into his room and hasn’t come out since.
“Alright, I understand.” With a solemn expression, Grace walked directly into the villa and made her way to the second floor. Edgar’s room door was closed but unlocked. Grace pushed it open and entered. The bed was empty, without a single indentation.
Edgar was quietly lying on a reclining chair by the window, dressed in an expensive dark suit. Though it was late autumn and the sun’s warmth was absent, it cast a faint halo, accentuating his handsome and perfect profile, making his face appear as cold and god-like as ever,
However, as Grace got closer, she noticed that his thin lips were dry and dark, his face was deathly pale, devoid of any trace of color, and he seemed terribly sick. “Don’t lie on your back. It’ll hurt your back,” she said.
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Edgar was lost in the beauty of the sunset and didn’t notice her until she approached him.
“You’re back.” he said, quickly getting up from the reclining chair. “I got distracted and lost track of time. Are you hungry? I’ll cook something now.”
“No need. If you’re not feeling well, take the day off and rest, Grace said, holding his shoulder gently and guiding him back to sit down.
As she touched him, she realized his body was unnaturally cold, devoid of any warmth. Grace. furrowed her brows. “Why are you so cold? Your face looks terrible. Is your back injury still painful?”
Edgar forced a smile and reassured her. “The pain is gone. It’s just because I’ve been lying down for so long that my hands and feet are cold. But I’m fine. I’ll rest for a couple of days now that I’m back.”
Grace didn’t believe him for a moment. His voice sounded weak, and his eyelashes trembled occasionally. Why did he always seem like he was hiding something?
“Sit down. Let me check your injury,” she said, ready to remove his suit jacket.
But Edgar clutched the collar tightly, refusing to let go. “The injury is really fine. It’s almost healed, and it’s all bandaged up. Even if you take off my clothes, you won’t see anything.
Grace reluctantly let go, feeling frustrated. Edgar’s body slumped slightly as he lost support, but he quickly propped himself up with his hands on the reclining chair.
Noticing Grace’s gaze fixed on him, a lazy smile tugged at the corner of his pale lips. “It’s rare to see you caring about me so much,” he remarked.
Grace rolled her eyes at him. But considering that he had indeed saved her this time, she resisted the urge to mock him and put on a serious expression.
know, I don’t like owing favors. You saved me, so I’ll grant you a request. What do you want?”
“You she asked.
“Anything?” Edgar raised his head slightly, his black eyes glimmering with a hint of excitement.
Grace clarified, “Except for remarriage and romantic requests, I’ll do my best to fulfill any other. reasonable requests.”
Edgar chuckled. She knew he only wanted one thing. Well, he didn’t have much time left anyway. “Alright then, stand still,” Edgar said, Grace nodded and assumed a steady posture.
Edgar let go of the reclining chair, sat up straight, and boldly wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her into a warm embrace. His entire body was cold, but this hug brought warmth to his
heart.
“Is that it?” Grace was taken aback. Was his request really that simple?