His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 725

After stepping out of the Fairhaven Group premises, Gary couldn't wait to call Edith the moment he settled into his car.

"Edith, you're a real genius, you know that? How did you come up with such a brilliant scheme? I here admit I was too harsh on you before."

"Uncle Gary, I told you I wouldn't let you down. Just follow my lead from now on, and the good times will roll," Edith's voice bubbled with pride, almost floating on air.

The mastermind behind the scenes was truly remarkable. This kind of vile and intricate scheme was something she couldn't have conjured up even if she banged her head against the wall few times.

"By the way, there's something I need to tell you." Gary's lips curled into a sly grin, "That video you mentioned, the one of Marilla having an episode, we don't need to lift a finger ourselves anymore."

"Oh? Don't tell me Grandpa is taking matters into his own hands?" Edith's mind was racing now.

"Smart girl."

Gary kicked back in his luxury car, leisurely crossing his legs and sipping on a cup of the finest coffee his secretary had prepared, "Since the old man is behind it, even if Jareth comes looking to settle scores later, the old man will take the heat. The fire won't touch us. But Edith, I fear that even so, it won't stop your brother from his determination to marry Ms. Abernathy. He's capable of anything."

"Ha, Jareth may want to marry, but that doesn't mean she'll want to say 'I do'."

Edith's laugh was cold and sardonic, "I have another move up my sleeve to shatter his dream once and for all. Don't worry about it."

Marilla had fainted on the way to the hospital. Jareth had watched over her the entire time, a helpless spectator as she ran through various physical examination, her delicate body handled by the medics like a soulless marionette.

His heart shattered again and again, his eyes reddening with unshed tears. After what seemed like an eternity, the doctor finally emerged from the emergency room.

"Mr. Fairhaven, your wife shows no signs of physical trauma or assault."

Jareth's eyes widened in shock, "Then why would she?"

"It appears she's suffered a severe psychological shock, resulting in a psychosomatic response. The extreme agitation, strain, and fear led to shortness of breath, causing respiratory alkalosis, hence the convulsions and fainting."

The doctor looked concerned, "Right now, you should be more worried about your wife's mental state. I'm not a psychiatrist, but I can tell she's not in good shape. You should take her to a psychiatrist as soon as possible."

Jareth’s pupils shook violently; he felt his heart plummet.

Gary hadn't harmed Marilla. No, from the beginning, he wasn't after her body; he aimed to destroy her spirit!

Knowing Marilla had autism, he must have used some vile method to cause her complete psychological breakdown!

"Mr. Fairhaven!"

Dean rushed over, wiping sweat from his brow, "We've found Lily!"

"Where is she?!" Jareth's voice trembled with urgency, his heart pounding in dread of possibly receiving another piece of devastating news.

Dean caught his breath, "It's complicated. You might want to wait for her to tell you herself."

"So Lily's alive," Jareth's heart, lodged in his throat, finally settled back into place.

In his life, Marilla was paramount. And Lily was his most trusted ally, a comrade-in-arms, closer than family.

If something had happened to Lily.

"Mr. Fairhaven."