His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 818

Elvis stood, his gaze deep and unwavering as he stared toward the thicket. The figure in the woods seemed to sense his scrutiny and deftly slipped behind a tree trunk.

Seated in her wheelchair, Marilla gazed at a photograph of Lily, tears streaming silently down her cheeks. She wept without a sound, her gaunt face streaked with tears, but void of sobs.

Evadne, fearing the grief might be too much for her fragile health, moved behind her and gently placed her hands on Marilla's shoulders, offering silent comfort.

Marilla's swollen eyes trembled as she slowly pulled a brand-new teddy bear from the blanket wrapped around her. Evadne was taken aback.

The bear was identical to the one she had given Marilla.

"These teddy bears are sold out back home. I got this one abroad, following Ms. Marilla's instructions," Murray's voice was hoarse with shared sorrow.

Marilla attempted to rise from her wheelchair, but perhaps due to lying in bed for too long, her legs wouldn't muster the strength.

Aaron instantly read her intent and instinctively moved forward, but it was Jareth who lifted Marilla gently to the ground, his hand supporting her lower back, a sturdy pillar for her to lean on.

With a sniffle, Marilla placed the teddy bear before the gravestone.

"Lily, let this clumsy bear be me, let it keep you company. So you won't be lonely as you rest here."

After the funeral, the mourners slowly departed from the cemetery.

"Chasel!"

Evadne caught up with Cassius and Chasel, whispering, "Could I ask a favor?"

"We're family, no trouble at all. Just say it," Chasel replied warmly, his fingers interlocked with Cassius' in a subtle gesture. Cassius looked ahead, indulging Chasel's childlike fiddling with his hand.

"Once we're back, could you test the medication sent by Mr. Chad? If it's not from someone we trust, I can't rest easy."

"Leave it to me," Chasel patted his chest confidently.

"Evadne, have you seen Elvis?" Arnold approached, holding Camille's hand. "He was here a moment ago, then vanished in the blink of an eye."

"A man that size can't just disappear," Cassius said lightly, intertwining his fingers with Chasel's.

"Yeah, you see all those trees over there? Wouldn't be surprised if he climbed one to take a nap," Evadne joked.

Camille blinked in astonishment, "Sleeping in a cemetery? Isn't Mr. Avery afraid of ghosts?"

Arnold chuckled, pulling her close, "You should ask if the ghosts are afraid of him."

Jareth helped Marilla into the car and was about to join her when he heard heavy footsteps behind him. Turning, he saw Aaron standing erect.

"Jareth."

"No blame," Jareth interrupted before Aaron could finish, his voice warm. "And I haven't thanked you. You've given Marilla something I never could. You taught me about love and how to love."

Aaron watched him, tears welling up, and though his heart, wrung with guilt and self-reproach, began to beat regularly again, finding freedom from the crushing weight of his feelings.

He couldn't forgive himself, but the person who had every right to hate him had offered forgiveness and helped him find peace.

"If you and Marilla ever need help, remember to call me," Aaron's voice was hoarse, his words sincere.

"Really? Anything?" Jareth smiled, his tone equally genuine.

Aaron grinned, "I'll be there for your good days, with a gift in hand. Unless you forget to send an invite."

"You are Aaron, important to her. How could you not be invited?"

Jareth looked down, a touch embarrassed, "I just hope you'll want to come."