The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 120

It was 9 p.m.

Edgar was awakened by two clear bird chirps. Enduring the excruciating pain in his back, he gritted his

teeth and forced himself to stand up from the ground.

There were still important matters to attend to in the evening, and he needed to stay alert. Supporting

himself with the railing, he returned to his room on the second floor and went directly into the bathroom.

He turned the temperature of the shower to the hottest setting

Because his shirt had been stained with blood on his back and he had neglected to change it for six

hours while feeling dizzy, the blood from the wounds had stuck to the fabric of the shirt. If he forcibly

changed his clothes, it would be like tearing off a layer of skin. Only hot water could quickly remove the

shirt.

However, hot water pouring over the wounds on his back was akin to enduring a second round of

torture, as if millions of needles were piercing into his back. Edgar trembled in pain.

He clenched his teeth, and as the hot water washed over him, his body was in intense pain, but his

mind became increasingly clear.

After rinsing for a few minutes, he changed into clean clothes and turned off the lights. Taking

advantage of the limited visibility from the hidden position of the bodyguards, he pretended to lie down

on the bed and silently stuffed the extra bedding he had prepared in advance under the covers, making

it appear as if he was sleeping.

Then he quietly rolled to the foot of the bed from the other side. When his back accidentally touched

the ground, the pain caused his whole body to tremble, and he felt dizzy.

After pausing for two minutes, he finally went out through the slightly open door and walked to the other

room on the side that was within the blind spot of the bodyguards’ line of sight. He followed the pipes

next to the window down to the first floor.

This position happened to be the back door.

years

Sensing slight movements, Eric came out and quietly reported through the iron gate, “Boss, six ago,

the Knight family had one missing heiress, but that girl was found three years ago, and her photos can

be found online. It’s definitely not Miss Grace. Besides that, there is no one else whose timeline

matches Miss Grace’s.”

Upon hearing this, Edgar’s originally pained eyes gradually dimmed.

Eric continued, “But I found out during my prison visit that Miss Grace flew to the neighboring city at

that time to personally bring back a doctor to treat Hedda. After investigating with all my subordinates,

we finally discovered that the doctor she was looking for was… Dr. Chad Smith.”

Chad Smith?!

Edgar was stunned on the spot.

Dr. Chad Smith was highly respected in the medical field, and his status was evident. However, rumors

said that he was aloof, arrogant, and taciturn, and he was a medical fanatic who had never had any

women around him.

How could Grace manage to persuade him?

The three sons of the Smith family, the only sons of the Smith family’s patriarch, all had an

indescribable relationship with Grace! They even wholeheartedly helped her!

The Walker family seemed to be distantly related to the Smith family, riding on their coattails,

daring to flaunt their power in Fangcheng.

Grace’s relationship with the Smith family was not simple…

Could she also be connected to the Smith family?

Edgar’s expression grew colder and more severe. “Investigate the Smith family! Whether it’s the

branches of the Smith family or the distant relatives of the Smiths, report everything that matches

Grace’s timeline!”

Eric pondered for a moment. “Boss, do you remember that six years ago, it seemed like the youngest

daughter of the Smith family’s patriarch…”

Ding ding! Before he could finish his sentence, car lights suddenly flashed by.

! Why ch

It was Grace she suddenly come back at this time?

“Boss, be careful. Take care of yourself! I will definitely thoroughly investigate everything!” Eric looked

at him with concern, then quickly disappeared into the dark night.

This rascal! He slipped away so quickly!

Edgar immediately turned around and wanted to enter through the main door that connected the

garden to the living room. However, Grace had already gotten out of the car ahead of him, and there

were lights in the garden. He would definitely be exposed!

No choice, Edgar reluctantly looked at the pipe on the wall that he had come down from earlier. It was

the only way. Ignoring the pain in his back, he immediately started climbing up.

Grace was walking into the lobby from the garden and asking her bodyguard, Bernard, as she walked,

“Has he been behaving these past few days?”

Bernard honestly replied. “Mr. Tallen tried to go out twice, but we refused, and he hasn’t asked again.

He’s already in bed sleeping at the moment.”

Grace frowned. Looking at the time, it was only half past nine. Would he really go to sleep so early?

“I don’t believe he’s really so well-behaved!”

Grace said while going upstairs, with Seventeen and Eighteen following behind her. The door to

Edgar’s room was not closed, which puzzled Grace, but she didn’t think much of it.

She pushed open the door and, illuminated by the lights in the corridor, saw Edgar lying on the bed with

his back facing the doorway, indeed asleep.

Was she overthinking? Grace closed the door again, and Seventeen and Eighteen felt relieved when

they saw that she didn’t notice anything. However, just as Grace took two steps outside, she suddenly

came to a halt.

When she opened the door just now, it seemed like she saw that the collar of Edgar’s shirt was a bit

darker…

Was it wet? Was he sweating?

Something was amiss!

Grace immediately turned back, this time decisively turning on the lights and getting a clear view of the

man curled up with his back to the bed. She walked to the side of the bed and confirmed that the back

of his collar was indeed wet, curling her lips in mockery.

“Edgar, you work so hard even when you’re sleeping, managing to sweat like this.”

The man on the bed tightly closed his eyes and didn’t respond to her.

Chapter 120

Grace grew a bit irritated. “Stop pretending. I know you’re not asleep. You’ve sweated so much. What

were you doing just now?”

Exposed. Edgar remained silent, his eyebrows suddenly furrowing tightly.

He h oar sely murmured, “It hurts…”

“Hurts? You’re perfectly fine. What kind of act are you putting on?” Grace said while inadvertently

pushing his back.

“Ah, it hurts……”

A cry of pain escaped from the man’s clenched teeth. Suddenly, cold sweat poured down, his facial

features twisted, and his expression became one of agony.

Seventeen and Eighteen, standing behind Grace, were confused as to how he was acting right now.

During the day, they were outside, listening to the whistling sound of the cane and the sound of flesh

being hit every time, and it made them shudder with fear.

But this man endured it stubbornly, not uttering a word! He seemed tough during the day, and now he’s

screaming in pain, deliberately playing the weak role? His acting skills are on par with an Oscar

winner!

Even the Best Actor couldn’t match your ability to pretend! Aren’t you blatantly provoking the Third

Young Master?

Seventeen and Eighteen were almost driven to vomit blood by anger, but they couldn’t show the

slightest hint of it in front of Grace. Grace, standing in front of them, didn’t notice their inner turmoil.

Edgar’s condition seemed to be genuinely poor, not like he was pretending. She unbuttoned two

buttons on his shirt and gently pulled it back.

What came into view were crisscrossing purple bruises, with almost no good flesh left. There were

several severe injuries, with bruises that had turned into dark purple blood clots and even broken skin

with bloodstains.

Seventeen and Eighteen saw her expression grow colder and prepared themselves for her imminent

rage, ready to kneel down on the spot.

However

to their surprise, Grace’s tone remained calm. “Who did this?”

They couldn’t figure out whether she was angry or not, so they could only truthfully answer.

“It was the Third Young Master.”

“With what did he do it?

“With… a cane, he gave ninety lashes.” Seventeen paused and quickly spoke up for their young

master: “Miss, the Third young master felt sorry for your injuries and couldn’t control his anger, so…”

Grace’s expression remained indifferent. “I understand. Since it was Mr. Smith who laid his hands on

him, then he deserved it.”

At these words, Edgar’s hand, hidden under the covers, clenched tightly.