His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 793

Dean hesitated for a moment, but then, with a go-with-the-flow attitude, he replied, "Got it, I'll arrange it tomorrow."

Jareth was about to end the call when she started wailing on the other end, "Jareth! I'm your mom! How could you consider sending me to a mental institution? You've lost your mind! Let me tell you, even if you have the entire Fairhaven Group in your grasp, even if you're now the head of the family, I'm not afraid! I'll use all my connections to save Edith! If you dare, kill me! You don't want me as your mom anyway. I don't need a son who has no family loyalty, who's ruthless and cold-hearted! I disown you as my son!"

"Fine."

Jareth hung up without a second thought.

The world went silent. Dean stared at Jareth for a long while, perplexed, and finally asked, "Mr. Fairhaven, are you really going to cut ties with your mom? You've only just taken full control of the Fairhaven Group. If word gets out, I'm afraid the press will have a field day and it could tarnish your reputation."

"It doesn't matter."

Jareth's lips curled into a faint smile, his eyes filled with an endless tenderness, "I have Marilla, and that's enough."

Dean nodded, suddenly feeling a lump in his throat.

Mr. Fairhaven had sacrificed so much for this happiness. Dear God, let them be together, please.

"By the way, Mr. Fairhaven, your mom mentioned she’s gonna free Edith. The best way is to get her out on medical bail; her condition does meet the criteria. Shall we stop her?"

"No need. If she wants to go all-in for her daughter one last time, let her." Jareth looked unperturbed, his voice as mercilessly cold as ice, "A mother's love for her daughter is justified."

In the early hours of the morning, Jareth didn't rest but hurried to the hospital to see the woman he loved deeply.

In the quiet hallway, Thaddeus and Chasel were discussing Marilla's condition. Seeing Jareth arrive, Thaddeus immediately pulled him aside.

"I got word from Mr. Ashbourne that Gary was killed in the hospital. Was it you?"

"Yes," Jareth was frank with his close friend.

"You've taken a huge risk. That's murder. Although Gary deserved to die, you could get yourself into big trouble!"

Thaddeus' large hand gripped Jareth’s shoulder, "What's the point of revenge if it costs your own life? You need to think about Marilla, not just yourself. Lily's already been sacrificed. If anything happens to you, how is she supposed to live in this world?"

Jareth's throat felt tight, his eyes moist.

"Gary's dead, and you'll be the prime suspect with the police, because you had the motive." Thaddeus took a deep breath, determined, "I'll find a way to deal with the police. You just deny everything, leave the rest to me."

"Thad, I'm sorry. I dragged Marilla down."

Jareth's tall frame slumped, his forehead resting on Thaddeus' shoulder. The man who had held up until now finally showed his vulnerable side in front of his close friend.

Hot tears soaked into Thaddeus' suit as he patted the weeping man like a boy, "Jareth, it's not your fault. It never was. Pull yourself together. You've got me, Evadne, and Dr. Bright. We're all with you."

"I want to see Marilla."

In the hospital room.

Marilla lay on the crisp white hospital bed, fragile as a feather, wearing an oxygen mask, her weak heartbeat monitored by machines.

Jareth sat by her side, holding her scarred hand against his cheek, gently caressing it, then pressing a kiss into her palm.

He had always cherished her, treated her like a priceless, delicate porcelain, protecting her at all times.