Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 297 Was He Injured?

Mr. Jevin was still alive. He was just unconscious and needed immediate treatment at the hospital. Unfortunately, both his legs might be crippled after this.

“How…” Jean could not control her tears anymore. Edgar pulled her from the back and held both her arms. “Enough.”

“He just went in. He was going to come out to see me. It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have pestered him.” Jean’s body shook non-stop. “If I hadn’t pestered him, he wouldn’t have gone in, and this wouldn’t have happened.”

Mr. Jevin had helped her so many times. Yet she made him suffer like this. Jean could not help but cry. The man’s shirt was soaked in her tears.

He frowned hard and pulled her into his arms. He held the back of her neck with his fingers. His voice was low as he spoke, “It’s a natural disaster. It’s not under your control.”

Jean sobbed hard.

The village was covered with debris from the earthquake that night.

At the break of dawn, everyone came out to help. Some helped others take care of the children, while the rest helped move things.

Jean stood in front of Mr. Jevin’s house. Her eyes reddened as she looked at the ruins.

“Miss Eyer, please go there for breakfast.”

The whole village was separated from the outside world because of the earthquake. Even the rescue teams and their vehicles were stuck at the foot of the mountain.

The village hospital was overcrowded with patients. Those with minor injuries could not receive treatment and could only squat by the streets. The whole scene was heartbreaking.

Jean turned around and answered Miles, “No, thanks. I don’t have any appetite.”

“Miss Eyer, I think you should go.” Miles lowered his voice and spoke into Jean’s ear.

Jean frowned and started moving. She walked towards Edgar slowly with determination.

Miles took a deep sigh of relief.

Jean walked faster and faster until she reached Edgar. “Why did you help these people here over the years?”

Edgar put a bowl of porridge into her hands. “Have some food first.”

“Tell me first!”

She spotted the bearded man as she spoke. He was bringing two children over. One of them was the boy who gave Edgar a windmill yesterday.

over his head to hide the scars on his

He avoided Jean’s gaze.

however, smiled at Jean. The innocence in his eyes

cold. “After this incident, the only thing everyone wishes is for everything to get better as soon as possible. If you have anything else to ask, you can ask when we

of porridge and kept

clearly knew that the hatred must be all-consuming for him

to ask anything more

The bridge

the people’s gaze. The trucks with food and medical supplies were

They will run out of

since last night. What should we do now that the only route into our village

Everyone panicked.

hope as they looked at their ruined and barren

were helping others stopped

human nature is most real at such dire

thought aloud. “But according to the strength of the earthquake last night,

have

bad premonition was lurking in

“This is plotted.”

no way we can make it

no place for the people to

villagers found their

of them dared not return to any buildings in fear of

She rested in a temporary

her from a distance.

“Take this.”

a can of

did not stretch her hand out to take it. “I

any water

continued to shake her

can of coffee. “Drink it up, or I will pour

“You…”

but to take the can of coffee from Edgar.

doctor said he’s just unconscious. His life is not

and

seem to care about Mr. Jevin a

nodded. “He is

her when she first saw him. It turned out that

the both of you have known each other for a very long time.” Jean pursed her lips. She felt even guiltier now. She had acted too rashly last night to have spoken