His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 734

Jareth had spent just one night in the hospital.

Throughout that sleepless night, he was on the phone non-stop, taking calls, arranging press conferences, and reaching out to renowned psychiatrists and psychologists both domestic and abroad. He was desperate to secure the best possible care for his beloved.

But Barry, as if determined to drive Jareth to distraction, had dumped the entire weight of the corporation's affairs on his shoulders without regard for his well-being.

Dean stood by helplessly, almost on the verge of tears.

That morning, shortly after Jareth had been hooked up to an IV drip, Lily's call came through. Learning that Marilla was stable, Jareth immediately yanked out the needle and strode towards the exit while donning his black coat.

"Dean, get the car ready!"

"Mr. Fairhaven, you really should finish your meds before you rush off!" Dean felt heartsick, witnessing how Mr. Fairhaven had tormented himself and how his face had turned gaunt from just a few days of stress .

"I'm fine."

Jareth had already reached the door; his silhouette showed a blend of determination and desolation, and his hoarse voice was filled with urgent longing. "Nothing matters more to me than seeing my wife."

Once again, the luxury car pulled into the sprawling driveway of Havenbrook Villa.

And once again, Jareth was turned away by Hamilton.

"Mr. Fairhaven, Ms. Marilla is much better. She had a hearty breakfast," Mr. Murray greeted him; in his respectful demeanor and his neutral tone, he betrayed no resentment towards Jareth.

"Really? Marilla ate well? That's great."

Jareth's joyous smile brimmed in his eyes, his long lashes quivering. He was easily lost in sweet memories, "Marilla's never been keen on breakfast, and she always needed me to coax and persuade her to get up and eat. Every time, I would make sure to eat with her before leaving for work."

"Mr. Fairhaven, you've been very caring. Looking after our Ms. Marilla for so long must have been hard on you," Mr. Murray bowed slightly.

A sharp pain struck Jareth's heart.

Such words sounded like a farewell.

"Mr. Frederic and the caring nurse, Lily, are with Ms. Marilla. She's doing well, so you don't need to worry. Since it's getting colder these days, please don't catch a chill. Please go back."

"Murray!"

Jareth's gaze was feverish as he grabbed hold of Mr. Murray's arm; with his dry lips parting in urgency and his voice hoarse with a delay, he pleaded "Can I see Marilla, please? Just a glimpse. I miss her so much."

"Mr. Fairhaven, Mr. Frederic has instructed that Ms. Marilla is not to receive visitors during her recovery. Please leave," Mr. Murray repeated mechanically.

"Visitor?"

Jareth shivered at the alien word and couldn’t help but give out a heavy cough, "Marilla is my fiancée, my love! My family! How can I be a visitor?!"

"I understand you're in a tough spot."

Mr. Murray, having watched this young gentleman grow up, couldn't maintain his impassive facade for long, so instead he turned to advise him earnestly, "But given what's happened, you know how angry and resentful Mr. Hamilton is. Moreover, Mr. Barry Fairhaven."

"What has he done?!" Jareth pressed, frantic for answers.

"He phoned us on the night of the incident, arguing fiercely with Mr. Frederic. Ms. Evadne was also present."