Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 330 Unwilling to Give Up

That afternoon, Gigi was getting ready to see Edgar when she received a call from the hospital. “What? Are you sure? Hasn’t he already regained consciousness? Why would he be suffering from brain damage?”

The nurse explained patiently over the phone, “There is no mistake. The patient has a severe brain injury and needs another surgery. It would be best if you came to the hospital immediately to sign the papers. If you delay any longer, the patient may fall into a coma.”

The nurse hung up immediately after explaining. Gigi turned pale and was too shocked to speak. Susan finally returned to work today and heard Gigi calling her father in the dining room. “Dad, Edgar needs another surgery. What should I do? Will he…”

Susan nearly went into cardiac arrest from shock and immediately called Jean on her phone. “Ms. Eyer, it’s about Mr. Royden.” Jean was stunned after hearing Susan.

Edgar seemed quite well when she last saw him in the hospital. She could not understand how his condition would suddenly become so severe.

“Ms. Eyer, if you have the time, can you please check on Mr. Royden in the hospital? I fear Gigi and her father might not do anything for him if something bad happens to him.”

Jean furrowed her brow. “But nothing will change even if I go there.” Furthermore, she had no right to go there. “Ms. Eyer, I beg of you. Mr. Royden has no one else…”

Jean nodded slowly. “All right, I understand.” She brought a flower basket and headed to the hospital. But this time, the Reece family’s bodyguard stopped her at the entrance.

“Please leave.” Jean wanted to laugh. Only Gigi would come up with something like this. “The Reece family does not own this hospital. So, why can’t I go in? You have no right to stop me. Step aside, or I’ll call the police.”

The bodyguards exchanged glances. They could not deny that what Jean said was right. However, they had to follow orders and refused to budge.

“All right then. Can you help me bring this flower basket to Edgar? This isn’t too much to ask, isn’t it?” Jean put down the flower basket and turned around to leave.

The bodyguards watched her leave before bringing the flower basket upstairs.

Meanwhile, Jean walked to the car on the opposite street and turned on her Bluetooth earpiece.

She had placed a pinhole camera in the flower basket. Before coming here, she gave some thought and knew Gigi would be wary of her and refuse her entry.

However, Jean did not mind and came up with another way.

Furthermore, she had other matters that she wanted to investigate. For example, she wanted to know how the relationship between Sam and Gigi was.

transmitted to her in real-time. Thus, it

the angle so that the camera pointed at the

pressed a button and heard the voices in

like this for the rest of his life? What am I to do?” Gigi stomped her foot anxiously.

“Nonsense!”

and arm before saying with a frown, “If he becomes bedridden, you can take out that agreement

bit her lower

“That won’t do.”

his side forever?” Sam yelled furiously, “I wanted you to marry him so that you can enjoy a

prison to keep Edgar by my side, so I feel

she believed she would regret it if

she

nothing

emotions. She felt

had raised Gigi into such a morally corrupted being. If Jean and Gigi’s father were alive, he

call and left in a rush, saying there was

hospital entrance. Thus,

left the hospital, Jean stepped on the

toward the northern outskirt of the city and stopped before a high-end club. Jean glanced at the sign and knew it would

been revealed to have issues with cash flow. How could he still be in

out of her car and was ready

Miss. Only members are allowed

an eyebrow and put on a calm front. “I’m a member

security guards refused to budge. Then, Jean realized the patrons were all suit-clad businessmen or someone like Sam.

but to retreat a few

in the hall. She came out to bring

her face

in that direction

came out from within. It was Nathan, and he smelled strongly of alcohol. As soon as the electric door parted, Nathan saw Jean

“Why are you…”