His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 734

Jareth had spent just one night in the hospital.

Throughout that sleepless night, he was on the phone non–stop, taking calls, arranging press conferences, and reaching out to renowned psychiatrists and psychologists both domestic and abroad. He was desperate to secure the best possible care for his beloved.

But Barry, as if determined to drive Jareth to distraction, had dumped the entire weight of the corporation’s affairs on his shoulders without regard for his well–being.

Dean stood by helplessly, almost on the verge of tears.

That morning, shortly after Jareth had been hooked up to an IV drip, Lily’s call came through. Learning that Marilla was stable, Jareth immediately yanked out the needle and strode towards the exit while donning his black coat.

“Dean, get the car ready!”

“Mr. Fairhaven, you really should finish your meds before you rush off!” Dean felt heartsick, witnessing how Mr. Fairhaven had tormented himself and how his face had turned gaunt from just a few days of stress.

“I’m fine.”

Jareth had already reached the door; his silhouette showed a blend of determination and desolation, and his hoarse voice was filled with urgent longing. “Nothing matters more to me than seeing my wife.”

Once again, the luxury car pulled into the sprawling driveway of Havenbrook Villa.

And once again, Jareth was turned away by Hamilton.

“Mr. Fairhaven, Ms. Marilla is much better. She had a hearty breakfast,” Mr. Murray greeted him; in his respectful demeanor and his neutral tone, he betrayed no resentment towards Jareth.

“Really? Marilla ate well? That’s great.”

Jareth’s joyous smile brimmed in his eyes, his long lashes quivering. He was easily lost in sweet memories, “Marilla’s never been keen on breakfast, and she always needed me to coax and persuade her to get up and eat. Every time, I would make sure to eat with her before leaving for work.”

“Mr. Fairhaven, you’ve been very caring. Looking after our Ms. Marilla for so long must have been hard on you,” Mr. Murray bowed slightly,

struck

sounded like a farewell.

Marilla. She’s doing well, so you don’t need to worry. Since it’s

“Murray!”

his voice hoarse with a delay, he pleaded “Can I see Marilla, please? Just a glimpse.

Fairhaven, Mr. Frederic has instructed that Ms. Marilla is not to

“Visitor?”

but give out a heavy cough, “Marilla is my fiancée, my

you’re in a tough

having watched this young gentleman grow up, couldn’t maintain his impassive facade for

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know

has he done?!” Jareth pressed, frantic for

incident, arguing

stance clear over the phone.

Jareth’s world seemed to implode, and he felt debris and dust raining down upon him, causing a pain so intense that he could taste

could imagine just how vicious Barry’s words must

not suited to it. They are well able to care for Ms. Marilla for life. She’s better off carefree as the darling of the Abernathy family

words were to

–

to tell

you even considered Marilla’s feelings

eyes were bloodshot, and his body was trembling uncontrollably, as if his heart

love her no matter what, and I can face any pressure to be

Murray, knowing further words were futile, bowed

with Fairhaven Enterprises? Is that okay?! I don’t need anything. I just want Marilla!”

raspy roar, the sound of a man at the end