The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 142
With these thoughts in mind, he didn’t feel as uncomfortable anymore.
These were the paths she had once walked in the Fallen family, and now he was just repaying them
all.
Once it was repaid, no more debts, could everything return to the starting point?
With these thoughts, he clenched his fists, mustered his consciousness, and knelt in a standard posture.
In the late night, during this heavy rain.
Edgar had been kneeling in the garden for two hours, while Grace had been standing by the window for the same duration.
Since the incident with Grace and the special medicine, the bodyguards have taken turns being on duty during the late hours.
Tonight, it was Eleven’s turn, and he hid in the shadows, also observing the person in the garden.
Although Edgar’s constitution was weak due to being injected with the special medicine, he remained resolute from the beginning, gradually swaying as time passed. But his back remained. straight.
Eleven genuinely admired him.
Even though he was kneeling, he still exuded an inherent nobility that prevented others from looking down on him. Eleven couldn’t hear to witness this man’s pride being truly broken.
In his struggle, Eleven quietly entered the villa and knocked on Grace’s door.
“Come in.”
Eleven walked in straight and stood not far behind Grace.
Without turning around, Grace kept her gaze fixed on the man kneeling in the garden, her expression blank. “What is it?”
Eleven swallowed and said, “Miss, it seems that Mr. Fallen’s physical condition may not be able to endure kneeling much longer…”
Grace steered, “So what? I didn’t force him to kneel this time. He deceived me under the guise of repaying a debt. Let him play his role to the fullest.”
“Miss…”
“Get out.”
Grace pulled the curtain shut, went straight to the bathroom to freshen up, and prepared to sleep.

Eleven sighed and could only leave, returning to his post.
The rain continued throughout the night, gradually subsiding in the early morning.
Edgar didn’t know how long he had been kneeling. All he knew was that his knees to his calves had become numb, and his whole body was stiff and devoid of any warmth.
Although the rain had stopped, the wind blowing against his face still felt like sharp knives cutting into his skin.
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When Eleven came out and saw that Edgar was still persevering, he was somewhat surprised.
“Mr. Fallen, it’s been enough time. Please get up.”
Enough time? Edgar’s pale lips involuntarily curled. Did enduring this mean they could turn the page on this matter? Would his debt be repaid?
He tried to support his body and stand up, but as the breath he had been holding suddenly relaxed, his head began to feel uncontrollably heavy, and his vision gradually darkened….
“Mr. Fallen? Mr. Fallen!”
Eleven touched his forehead, which was burning hot. Even though he had passed out, his body couldn’t suppress the shivering caused by the cold.
After being drenched in rain all night, he was running a high fever!
Eleven quickly brought him back to his room and went upstairs to inform Grace. Grace had just woken up and was sitting at the dressing table, combing her hair.
Upon hearing that he had fainted while kneeling. Grace’s hand paused for a moment. Her face showed no expression as she continued combing her hair. “Understood. Get a doctor to come and check on him.”
“Yes.”
After the doctor arrived, they prescribed antipyretics and administered a fever-reducing injection. An hour later, estimating that he would wake up soon, Grace went downstairs and entered Edgar’s
room.
She had a bodyguard bring a chair, and she sat beside Edgar’s bed with an expressionless face, waiting. Her gaze was deep, and it was unclear what she was thinking.
Edgar slowly woke up, his vision still blurry. However, as soon as he turned his head, he saw the familiar figure sitting by the bed. Instinctively, he grabbed her wrist.
“Grace, have you… forgiven me?”
His fever hadn’t completely subsided yet, and his hand felt hot as he held Grace’s hand.
Grace frowned but didn’t let go of his hand. However, her eyes were filled with intense disgust. “I’ll ask you one last time, where did you take the person?”
Upon hearing her words, Edgar’s grip slowly loosened.
As if he were also angry, he turned over, facing away from her, closed his eyes, and pretended to be asleep, as if he couldn’t hear her words at all, out of spite.
Grace’s patience had been completely exhausted.
“Since you are so brave but refuse to speak, then I don’t need to waste any more words. Now that you’ve sent her away, I will make sure you pay the price. Why don’t you take her place and suffer the same prinislunent?”
After saying that, she shouted towards the door, “Eleven, Fifteen, come in!”
The two of them entered the room in an orderly manner.
Grace cruelly curled her lips and said, “Send him to the cell and make sure he receives special treatment!”
As soon as Eleven heard this, he immediately stepped forward to plead..
“Miss, you can’t do that! Given Mr. Fallen’s current physical condition, if he’s sent in, he won’t last more than three days!”
The Milliona
Chapter 142
Grace gave him a cold glance and said, “That works too. Then you can go in his place, and I’ll make sure you receive special treatment as well.”
Eleven fell silent.
His sympathy was suddenly suppressed, and he reluctantly joined Fifteen to help get Edgar out of
bed.
Edgar was still running a fever.
When he was sleeping with his back to Grace, he vaguely heard her mention something about going to jail.