Edgar’s Relentless Pursue for The Love of His Life novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Chapter 12 Two Lives for the Price of One

“What do you want to do, then?”

She raised her chin arrogantly, trying to put up a brave front like she did at Luminance Club. “My father is dead! We are divorced! Edgar Royden, what else do you want from me?!”

“Gary was responsible for my parents’ death years ago. Now that he is dead, he has only made up for the loss of two lives with the price of one.” Edgar’s deep voice sounded like he was giving her the death penalty!

He tightened his grip on her chin, so strong that she could feel cracking in her jaws, but she would not say a word.

In this moment, hatred and resentment filled every corner of Edgar’s eyes, and Jean seemed to have understood something.

The loss of two lives for the price of one.

After all, she still owed him a life.

“In that case, shall I pay with my life to even out the debt?” She pursed her lips firmly and forced herself not to tear. Her expression was so heart-rending, even Edgar was starting to be moved.

Perhaps anger had overflown her brain, or it could be that Jean had lost all hopes in life after everything she had been through.

Behind Edgar, a van came zooming toward the pair. Everything happened so quickly that nobody saw the van coming.

Edgar gaped his eyes as his body shook, and by the time he noticed the van, all he could hear was a loud thud from the collision between the van and a body.

The van came to an abrupt stop with a sharp squeak of the tires. The driver quickly hopped off the vehicle only to be greeted by a woman lying in a pool of blood.

“H-h-help… Help! Somebody, help!” The driver yelled.

He reached anxiously to call 999 but was shoved aside by what felt like an unstoppable force.

Edgar walked up to the woman in large strides, then lifted her from the pool of blood, exuding a dangerous air.

He never imagined the woman to be much stronger than she looked.

“Mr. Hudges, to the hospital, now.”

In a daze, Jean felt like she could smell a faint cigarette scent.

Edgar never stopped rubbing her cheeks with his long and slender fingers as he repeated in his deep and hoarse voice, “Jean, wake up, do not sleep.”