Chapter 739

The incident had left Glynnis with no choice but to leave Elmsworth for good. Yet Thaddeus couldn’t shake off the gloom that clung to him.

Stepping out of Windermere Estate, he called Jareth only to be greeted by the silence of an unanswered call.

In their two decades of friendship, such circumstance was rare and unsettling.

That evening, Evadne brought out a box of assorted pastries sent by Aaron and shared them with Marilla. The room, aglow with a soft, warm light, became the stage for a small act of kindness as Evadne presented the treats to her with a smile that crinkled her eyes.

“Marilla, you just have to try these. They’ve been here since morning and I’ve been dying to dig in, but I wanted to wait for you.”

Marilla’s frail form was propped against the headboard, her pale, delicate face thinner than ever, which distressed Evadne; the former responded softly, “You should have eaten, Evadne; there’s no need to wait on

me.”

Evadne blinked, “Oh, but I couldn’t. They were especially picked out for you!”

“Who got them for me?”

Evadne paused, while Marilla’s keen mind gently prodded, “Is it Aaron?”

“Yes, it’s from Aaron,” since she asked, Evadne preferred honesty to avoid further pretense.

“Did Aaron come by?”

As innocent and pure as Marilla was, her eyes brightened at the thought of him, “He came all the way; why didn’t he come in for a bit?”

“He’s a busy man, had to rush back to the police department for a case.”

thank him for me?” Marilla’s comely

a bittersweet feeling washing over her. She could tell that Marilla had no appetite; even dinner had been a small

bites, swallowing with effort,

should

sob, the pastry squished in

struggles so as not to worry her loved ones. In her grandfather’s presence, she ate heartily, all to keep his worries

such pretense only deepened Evadne’s heartache. Marilla had grown up; gone were the carefree

innocence.

Marilla’s loose, silky hair, Evadne asked in astonishment,

eyelashes trembling, “I gave it

to Jareth.”

heart clenched, she grasped Marilla’s cold hands, “You returned the hairpin to Jareth? Are you sure about this? Do

audible, her eyes like shattered crystal, “It means I have to let go of

at me.” Evadne gripped her thin shoulder, eyes fixed on her dim ones, “Have you really decided? Are you willing to let him go? Don’t make

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back.”

through; it’s hot

to hold precious memories, is enough. I cherished the vibrant Jareth I once knew. I want him to be true to himself.

if her heart was crushed under the weight of

room, eyes brimming with tears, Evadne found

are your eyes so red? Have you

waist, pulling her close with a tenderness that spoke of deep affection, “Who’s upset you? Your husband is here to set things

looking out for me, who would dare?” Evadne’s head leaned against his shoulder, his ferventness seeping through her body, which rendered her some solace, “It’s Marilla.”

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