Edgar and His Destined Wife

Edgar And His Destined Wife Chapter 507

‘Crash..”

The road up the mountain was covered in debris, and the rain was coming down in buckets.It was far too

dangerous to force their way across.

Edgar stopped the car.He frowned at the windshield wipers doing their best to brush the rain aside but failing

terribly.

Ben piped up from next to him, “Maybe it’s best if we stop for now…”

Before he could even finish his sentence, Edgar had gotten out of the driver’s seat.

“You drive” Ben used to be a racecar driver, after all.

Ben froze.

“I can’t guarantee that we’ll get there safely.Are you sure you’re fine putting your life in my hands just to find her?”

Edgar stood outside in the pouring rain.

There was no sign of hesitancy in his eyes.

“Jean trusted her life with you.And I trust her judgment”

It didn’t matter who they were to each other.He trusted her no matter where she was.

“Okay then” Ben replied.

They swapped seats and continued onward.

Ben was fully focused on the road ahead.

After a few maneuvers, they arrived at a flat plain.

But it was still dark out, and the rain was still pouring down around them.

They drove on slowly.

“Wait a minute’ Edgar stopped him urgently.

He rolled down the window and looked at the sky to see a flashing bright red light.

“Did you see that?”

Ben affirmed that he did.He had been paying close attention to the road and weather conditions.

It was normal for a racecar driver.

The two of them kept their eyes on the light.

There was another flash of light.

They could make out that it came from a drone.

Edgar smiled in relief.

“She must still be alive.”

“What?”

“Just continue in that direction.They must have detained her inside”

Ben was at a loss for words.

“How could you laugh at that?”

Edgar’s fist finally relaxed.He had been beside himself with worry for the past two days.

The tightness in his chest finally loosened.

The car continued moving.

After driving for about eighty kilometers, they were stopped by what looked like guards in uniforms.

They were all clad in green raincoats.

Their eyes showed a certain ruthlessness to them.

“Who are you?”

“They don’t look like Louisville’s military.” Ben frowned.

He was confused.

Edgar opened his door and slowly stepped toward them.

Ben watched Edgar talk to them from inside the car.He was shocked to see them open the gates for them! Ben

stepped on the gas and drove in.

“What is this place?”

“They have at least five guns pointed at us right now.Don’t make any sudden movements or say anything.”

Edgar muttered to him.He looked deadly serious.

Ben felt a chill run down his spine.He clamped his mouth shut.

Meanwhile, Jean was in a stalemate.

Jean refused to write her details no matter how they threatened her.She had two reasons; for one, she did not

know their intentions.

For two, whose name should she write? She did not know who else she could ask this favor of.

Someone entered the room and whispered something to the head honcho.

Someone else was also brought in.

Jean kept her head low until someone stood next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.She stiffened.She was

about to shove the hand away.

“Let..”

The word had escaped her mouth when she saw his familiar eyes.

Jean could not describe the emotions that ran through her at that moment.

Savior.

The word popped into her mind when she saw Edgar.

Here, standing next to her.

“Can I take her with me?” He spoke their language.

Jean was still frozen in shock when suddenly Edgar pulled her up and out of the room.

“But they… “ She quietened when Edgar’s hand clamped down on her shoulder.

“Quiet.”

He muttered into her ear.

Jean pulled herself together and followed him out.

To her surprise, Ben was there too!

“Get in the car and tell Ben to head west.”

He instructed her.

Jean stiffened and turned to him.

“What about you?”

Edgar smirked at her.

“I’ll catch up”

Once she was in the car, Edgar turned and walked away without turning back.

Jean fumbled for the door handle, but Ben had locked the doors, and the car was already moving.

“Wait.He’s still inside.And what about the people that were on the plane? What will happen to them?”

“Trust in him.”

That was Ben’s only response.He had never felt calmer.He finally understood something.

Edgar loved Jean deeply.He just wasn’t one to express it verbally.

“You’re pregnant.You need to eat, drink and rest.”

Ben gripped the steering wheel hard.His eyes were troubled.

Jean faltered.He was right.

Who could she save in her current state? She watched the place disappear from view in the rearview mirror.Her

eyes were bloodshot, and her lips were drawn tight.

“Edgar seems like he knew someone there.Something similar happened at Royden Residence.This can’t be a

coincidence.”

“If that’s the case, he’ll be fine, won’t he?” She asked in a shaky voice.

“Yes”

Ben suppressed what he was feeling.

“You must be tired.How about taking a nap first?”

Jean was extremely alert, but the soothing movement and the low hum of the car beckoned her to sleep.

An entire day and night had passed when she next woke up.

They were in a small hotel in the suburbs.

Jean frowned at the piece of stale bread and water before her.

“Has he returned?” She asked in a hoarse voice.

Ben, who was rolling the window down, stiffened.

“Not yet.”

Fearing that Jean might worry, he added, “I drove a long time to get here.It’ll take him equally as long, if not longer,

to get here”

Jean stared at the bread in front of her in silence.She reached for it.

It was hard to know how precious life and freedom were until it was taken away.

At least now, she and her unborn child were safe.

“Ben, could you tell me how you came here?”

Ben was prepared for her questions.He briefly explained what the news had reported to her.

“I thought that they had blocked the news from getting out.” Jean said through a mouthful of bread.

It was dry and hard to swallow.

Ben sat across from her.

They were silent for a long time before he asked, “You said that the Roydens recognized some of the people

there.Could Edbert have something to do with the plane crash?”

Jean froze.

That had not occurred to her.

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone was knocking on the door.

Ben gestured for her to stand behind him.

He reached for the large stick behind the door and called out, “Who is it?”

The answering reply sounded exhausted.

“It’s me?”