Edgar’s Relentless Pursue for The Love of His Life

Chapter 148

Chapter 148 Thankfully It Wasn’t Her

Jean Eyer reacted quickly and immediately questioned him. “The hospital has made preparations. You have no right to interfere. I’ve already said that if something really were to happen, those from the Ludwig family wouldn’t leave it at that.”

She didn’t understand why. There was no animosity between Edgar Royden and Ben Ludwig. Edgar Royden would be insane if he wanted to push someone to hell all because of her. A murderous, ruthless, insane person.

The man stepped on the gas. He turned his head sideways, and there was an unbelievable coldness in his eyes. “You keep defending him now, but the Ludwig family only treats you as a servant. With your current status, you couldn’t even get into the Ludwig family if you were on your knees.”

“Yes, I’m trash who wants to cling to the Ludwig family. Can’t I do that? Gigi Reece clung to you, and you had a shotgun marriage. You have no right to speak that way about me.” Jean Eyer retorted furiously.

She looked at the rearview mirror and ensured that there were no cars behind before opening the car door.

“Someone like me can’t afford to sit in Mr. Royden’s car. Go drag your Gigi Reece here instead.” Jean Eyer forcefully slammed the car door shut with a bang.

The man’s eyes sank. He shouldn’t have taken pity on that woman at all. He stepped on the accelerator with one foot and sped off without hesitation.

He just hoped that Jean Eyer would have some self-respect. Even if the Ludwig family acknowledged her now, it was because Ben Ludwig was currently unwell. Once Ben Ludwig recovered, they wouldn’t

care about Jean Eyer’s wellbeing at all.

Edgar Royden gripped the steering wheel angrily. Did she have to cling to Ben Ludwig?

The pressure of his foot on the accelerator increased.

How could she get home when there wasn’t a taxi in sight.

He turned on the radio disinterestedly. The announcer’s voice could be heard saying, “According to reports from listeners, there has been an accident on Pearl Highway. The victim is a woman in her 20s, wearing a grey overcoat…”

His eyes darkened abruptly, and he spun the steering wheel to turn back.

Two trucks had overturned at the intersection where he had just dropped Jean Eyer off. Thick smoke was surging all around.

by screams and

rushed over without a care in the world. He screamed

dash over to the overturned trucks but was stopped by the truck driver.

“Jean Eyer!”

hands nervously. “Where is the

around frantically, unable to think rationally at

startled by his appearance.

“Jean…”

held onto by her family and a child beside her calling

Thankfully, it wasn’t her.

She wanted to get a cab back to the hospital, but she heard a crash behind her once

indeed around her, but she had

wanted to stay back to see if there was anything she could help with, but instead, she saw Edgar Royden

behind a bus stop when she saw

wrinkled her brows. If she died, Edgar Royden should be happy. There’d

he putting on a show for in

Eyer held one finger up and silently reminded herself. “Don’t go soft. People like him have an ulterior motive

car, Jean Eyer flagged a cab down nearby. The

familiar footsteps behind him. Looking at Jean Eyer’s spotless face,

“Just now…”

stop. She said, “I

written all over

expression was vague. He wrinkled his brow and

and made her way to the hospital room. Once she went in, she noticed that something was

were very anxious. When they saw her, they said, “Ben Ludwig was worried about

“What?”

at the hospital room. Ben Ludwig didn’t take his cell phone nor use a

She ran out immediately.

at her anxious figure, and the light

two floors and asked everyone she met, “Hello, did you see a thin and tall young man? He’s

by the window on the second floor. Looking from afar, he wanted to know if Jean Eyer was so madly in

No, definitely not.

tightened sharply. He couldn’t suppress the rage that was spreading in his

Eyer finally found Ben Ludwig by the garden. He was on crutches and had just

you go? You have surgery tomorrow, why can’t you