His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 796

"Jareth Fairhaven!!!"

Edith, with dirt-stained hands, clutched at the man's pant leg, her eyes red with a ghostly malice, filled with venom, "For that bitch, you treated me like this? Marilla, what is she? I am your own flesh and blood, Jareth! How could you do this to me! You'll die in your boots!"

"Yeah, you are my flesh and blood."

Jareth's voice was a low rumble, as though blending into the dimness around them, his eyes narrow slits of frost, shimmering with unshed tears, "My own sister, spoiled by me since childhood, yet you've stabbed me in the heart time and again for your own selfish desires, tearing apart my happiness with your own hands. If your hatred was directed at me, if I was the only victim, perhaps I could've found it in my heart to forgive you because of our blood ties.

But you've harmed an innocent girl, and that girl happens to be the love of my life. Edith, I've given you too many chances. Each time, I clung to a sliver of hope that you might change your ways.

Yet, I overestimated your conscience. Each time I showed you mercy, you repaid me by inflicting even more sinister harm on Marilla."

His eyes closed, the redness vanishing. In his mind's eye, he saw again Marilla fighting back against those brutes.

What if she hadn't had the strength to resist, what if she hadn't gambled with her life? The dire state Edith was in now would've been Marilla's fate, even worse, it would've meant losing his beloved forever.

"Jareth, stop trying to justify your betrayal and disloyalty with excuses!" Edith's breaths were ragged, her gaze fixed on him with fury, "That foolish girl has devoured your heart and soul! You're a madman now, a rabid dog under her spell! The biggest regret of my life is being your sister! And not killing that little harlot when I had the chance, making you weep for a lifetime, living with regret for a lifetime!"

Jareth half-closed his eyes, looking down at her calmly. Watching her scream furiously, her contorted face turning into a monstrous visage.

"You think locking me up here will avenge that slut? Ha, the police will find me soon enough from under your nose! And Grandpa, Mom, they'll come looking for me. Jareth, you're done for! You're so damn done!"

"Grandpa's dead," Jareth, usually so composed, choked on his words as he delivered the news.

Edith's face turned ashen as plaster, her eyes hollow, "What are you saying? Grandpa is dead?"

Then she burst into uncontrollable laughter, "Hahaha, Jareth, you're lying, making up such lies to mess with me!"

"Is it necessary?"

sank into the shadows, "The day after tomorrow is Grandpa's funeral. Sadly, you won't

setting in, "How could this

killed him; stabbed

Edith's vision, her

tried to use Gary to strike at me and eliminate Marilla. But in the end, Gary killed the one person in this

was stunned, her entire

one who killed our dad. But you insisted on making a pact with the tiger. Your actions,

under his thumb? You followed his orders, kidnapped Marilla, not knowing that a quarrel would benefit the third party. He had set up cameras, capturing your vile actions, and exposed them online. You are nothing more than a pawn he used and after that, discarded

turned hysterical, her gaze manic, "I was fooled by Gary? Haha.

so desperate to manipulate me with morality! Do you think by saying this, I'll buy it and feel guilty towards you? Don't think you can stand on a moral high ground and punish

"I'm giving you one last chance.

now, in front of me. I'll be lenient with

I'd rather die than bow to that bitch!" Edith spat

ever.

"Dean."

who had been waiting outside, stepped forward, "Yes,

lips parted, and without a second glance, he turned and walked towards the

me? What more are you going to do

retreating, dark figure, "Have you forgotten the oath

memories surged through him, his

trembling hands. In his youth, these hands had caressed her soft hair, fed her, lifted her high into the air, and held her hand as they ran through

and early on, he had also played the role of a father, doing everything he could to fill

these same hands were severing the wounded familial bond with bitter resentment. A

just a monster, controlled by jealousy