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.

bearded man still had a hat over his head to hide the scars on his

He avoided Jean’s gaze.

Jean. The innocence in his

better as soon as possible. If you have anything else to ask,

held her bowl of porridge and

hatred must be

to ask anything more in this

The

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

that everyone was trapped here. They will run out

night. What should we do now that the only route into

Everyone panicked.

hope as they looked at their ruined and barren

were helping others stopped

is most

according to

rescue team should have arrived long ago after

of a bad premonition was lurking in the stuffy

“This is plotted.”

way

got worse and worse. There was no place for the

skies darkened, the villagers found their own places to

not return to any buildings

had nowhere to go. She rested in a temporary tent set up

see Edgar heading toward her from a distance. The

“Take this.”

of coffee

for a moment. She did not stretch her

had any

to shake her

“Drink it up,

“You…”

choice but to take the can of

about Mr. Jevin. The doctor said he’s just unconscious. His life is not in danger.” Edgar spoke as

and not his

turned to him and frowned. “You seem to care about Mr. Jevin a

nodded. “He

familiar to her when she first saw him. It turned out that it was because

lips. She felt even guiltier now. She had acted too