My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 419 The Real Edward

There was a moment of silence in the restaurant as Freya stared at Edward in disbelief.

Edward’s entire demeanor had changed; he was no longer the sunny and vibrant young man he usually was. He sat there as if nothing had happened, but there was a hint of coldness in

his demeanor.

In that instant, Edward and Jamie truly looked like brothers.

She had always believed that these two brothers were nothing alike. Edward was innocent, cheery, and full of vitality.

But at that moment, she realized that she had never truly known him.

Was this the real him?

The veins on Jamie’s neck bulged as he forced out a laugh. “Edward, are you done pretending?”

There was a hint of iciness on Edward’s face as he responded, “Jamie, you know very well that I like her. Yet, you kept her locked up here. You’ve gone too far.”

you find out?!”

Edward gentled the look on his face when he looked at her. There was even a glimmer of fondness for her in his eyes.

Her heart trembled, and she snapped her head toward Edward. “When did

“Do you remember the first time we went for a stroll in the backyard after I regained consciousness?” Edward said.

She frowned, unable to figure out just when he had discovered the truth.

Jamie had always been a meticulous man. So, he had ordered all the servants to treat her as the mistress of the villa whenever they were around Edward.

Edward naturally sensed her confusion, so he patiently explained, “That day, we saw some flowers in the yard. I asked you if there were still roses in this season, and you said yes.”

She suddenly recalled that particular detail and she pursed her lips. “What of it?”

Edward turned to look at Jamie coolly. “Those weren’t roses; they were peonies. Strictly speaking, they were tree peonies. If you were truly the owner here, the servants would have chosen flowers according to the owner’s preferences. How could they choose a flower that the owner doesn’t recognize?”

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was no less than

lips into a faint smile, and there was a hint of regret in his eyes. “Tree peonies are my brother’s favorite flowers. That was when I started questioning everything. It all

she hadn’t expected Edward to possess such

eyes.

you all think that since I’m always in the sick room and never leaving the house, I wouldn’t notice a thing. But that’s the

Perhaps deep down, I was being selfish and only wanted you to accompany me. So, I intentionally overlooked those clues. However, your recent mental state has been poor. Now, I have no choice but to let

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her. “Even though my brother hasn’t breathed a word about his plans, the servants in this villa treat me too well. When I told them to remove the wine, they did as they were told. Their actions showed that you are nothing but a guest

at Edward and realized that she had never

on, “Freya, I promise I’ll set you free.”

was already losing consciousness. He was clearly struggling to

the dining room had just been dismissed

of them.

will only cause you to lose consciousness for a

his cheeks and used the pain to fuel his consciousness as he hissed, “Edward! How are you going to recover without her? You can’t let her

to his feet, his body trembling as he

his gaze was

to play with your favorite toys as a child. You liked them so much that you would

already collapsed onto the table.

lips and turned to Freya. “Let

hadn’t moved a muscle throughout the siblings’ altercation. Although she knew that this. was a

“But your illness…”

person in the world, Freya. I’ve known for a long time that my illness is incurable. It’s terminal. Still, you need to

denying that he understood

her and

Freya out of the dining room, pa*sing

to see Edward and Freya. Nevertheless, he still respectfully bowed to Freya and greeted, “Miss Kaufmann.”

he put on a sunny smile and said, “Sir, my brother drank too much and fell asleep in the dining room. Could you please help me take him

Monkey immediately nodded.

and went straight

never let you out of the premises. So, even if I take you with me, we might not be able to escape. But the backyard should be safe. I’ve scouted this place a few times. There’s a large plane tree next

“But

walking, but his tightened grip on

was already destined to die. It doesn’t matter whether my ending comes sooner rather than later. Besides, I no longer have any regrets