His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 695

Edith stopped in front of them, revealing a sweet smile, putting on quite the show.

“Well, little Edith, how have you been keeping?” Gary asked with feigned concern on the side.

“Much better, thank you for asking. Uncle.”

“That’s good to hear. You’re the apple in the Fairhaven family’s eye. If something happened to you, it would pain your grandpa and your mom to death! Gary’s words were intended for Jareth’s ears.

Then, with a meaningful wink at Edith, Gary hummed a tune and walked away

“What are you doing here? Jareth’s gaze was icy as he stared her down.

Tve brought some homemade ginseng tea for Grandpa, while it’s still hot.”

Edith batted her innocent eyes, “Jareth, you wouldn’t deny me the chance to serve Grandpa, would you?”

Jareth’s eyes narrowed as he lifted a finger, pointing it at her face with an oppressive force.

Without a word, his silence was more intimidating than any threat, causing Edith’s heart to race and her hands, holding the tray, to tremble slightly.

“Edith, I’m warning you, don’t play tricks. Otherwise, I’ll pull out that forked tongue of yours and chop off your treacherous legs. Just try if you don’t believe me.”

With those words, Jareth brushed past her and left with long strides.

Edith glared fiercely at the unshakable tall back of the man, atid bitterly gritted her teeth.

“Heh, then let’s just see!”

Then, she changed her gloomy expression to a mask of sweetness and obedience as she entered the study.

“Grandpa, I’ve come to see you!”

Upon seeing his granddaughter, Barry momentarily cleared the gloom from his eyes, replacing it with a genial smile, “Ah, Edith, my dear”

“Grandpa, this is the soup I specially made for you with my own hands, simmered for a whole day?”

Edith placed the tray on the table and presented the bowl to Barry, This hearty dish is best for when you’re feeling down; it nourishes the body and calms the mind. Grandpa, please have a taste.”

“Edith, how did you know I’m feeling down?” Barry took a spoonful, indeed feeling less heaviness in his chest.

“Big brother just visited you, and as soon as I came in, I could see the concern in your face. There’s also an invitation on the table, is that for Jareth and Ms. Marilla’s engagement?”

Edith’s smile that is ambiguous, “It seems good news is on the horizon, right?”

“Good news? How is this considered good news!”

Barry slammed the bowl down, his temper flaring, “I only have one grandson, and he’s being toyed with by that Abernathy girl! Completely bewitched by her! He’s practically handed her half of his fortune as the betrothal gifts, and giving it to her is the same as giving it to the Abernathy group. Hasn’t he considered the consequences?

Once they’re married, I doubt it will take few years before the whole Fairhaven group falls under the control of the Abernathy family!

knew you were bothered by this.”

“Actually, there’s something else I haven’t told you, fearing

be worse at this point? Just

and walked to the coffee table, pulling out a

it with a puzzled look, and as he briefly scanned it quickly, his eyes widened in disbelief at the medical report in front

from the Abernathy family has mental issues?”

“Yes, grandpa.”

“She, and the entire Abernathy family, have been hiding Marilla’s condition from you. In fact, she has severe autism. Simply put, she has mental illness. We were classmates in junior

twenties but acts like a child. It turns out her mind is troubled Elspeth left

he could hardly breathe, coughing

back, “Grandpa, calm

brother know about this

He knows everything”

mind? Does he not fear that their children will inherit this illness? I truly don’t understand him, could have any woman he desires.

He’s had his fill of gourmet meals, now, unexpectedly finding charm in plain boiled rice, he naturally can’t stop himself,” Edith said with a hint of disdain.

of his sofa, “The entire Abernathy family are a bunch of liars! They want to push their unwanted daughter into the Fairhaven group over my dead body! As long as I’m alive for one more day. I will not let that girl step a foot inside our door! I’ll go see Hamilton Abernathy first thing

beside the old man, taking his trembling hand into hers, soothing him, “If you abruptly go to Mr. Hamilton, the news will spread to big brother

how he

on good terms with Mr. Thaddeus,

Barry said with a sigh of relief, his voice a blend of anxiety and affection. “Then give grandpa an

to have a talk to her,” Edith replied softly, her voice dripping with empathy.

couldn’t help but worry. “What

Plan B–a bit harsher, perhaps even ruthless, but it will sever their ties

curve playing on her lips.

a brief period of rest, Marilla returned to her normal study life.

turmoil the school had gone through, the orderly environment suggested that no storm was too fierce to

been deleted, and since there were no witnesses at the scene of the incident, the school,

had forged

and flawless ivory tower to shelter his girl, who

didn’t know

that night was like a barely visible crack on the greenhouse’s

might end just like that.

web casting over the sky, eventually covering the entire greenhouse,

it into pieces

by Marilla’s side every day, watching over her as if

had learned to disguise her feelings, locking herself in the steber upon returning home, focusing earnestly on her

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noticed anything unusual.

about the young mistress, it was her paintings,

be visiting the Fairhaven estate that evening, Marilla grew restless, waiting for his

after waiting anxiously for a long time with no result, she finally became too exhausted to bear it and collapsed into a pile of paints, falling asleep.

rushed back, it was already past midnight.

his wife sprawled over the desk, her face and clothes smeared with colorful paints like at tiny calico cat. He couldn’t help but smile tenderly at the

come back so late? Mistress has been waiting quite a long time,” Lily asked with concern. “Was it the engagement matter, did it

on my own,” Jareth said, standing at the threshold, his gaze filled with love as he looked upon the sleeping