The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 122

What are they here for? Edgar stood frozen in place, looking darkly at the two men behind Grace.

Adrain’s expression was similar to his, with barely concealed hostility in his eyes. Patric also wore an

unfriendly expression as he stared at Edgar. The gazes of the three men seemed to clash in the air in

an intense and relentless standoff.

Grace sensed the strong tension and couldn’t help but sigh. She thought to herself, Do these men have

to be so childish?

If looks could kill, they would have killed each other hundreds of times by now.

and

She sighed again, considered for a moment, and then looked at Edgar. “You don’t need to cook today,

you won’t be of much help here. The fallen leaves in the garden have been piling up like crazy recently.

Go and sweep them.”

Sweeping fallen leaves outside? Leaving her alone to have a meal and chat with these two men?

Patric could be tolerated, but why Adrain?

Edgar’s face darkened, but he remained expressionless.

Grace went to the liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of fine red wine. When she turned around, she

noticed that Edgar was still standing in place. Urging him on, she said, “Hurry up. If you can’t move, I’ll

ask Eighteen to come and pin you down.”

This meant there was no choice but to go. Edgar, with a darkened face, closed the door with what

seemed like an intentionally loud noise, as if venting his dissatisfaction.

Pointing at him, Patric complained to Grace, saying, “Look at him, such a bad temper. He’s even fiercer

than the master of the house. He’s just asking for a beating.”

Grace pursed her lips and smiled. “Don’t mind him. Sooner or later, I will have him well-behaved.”

Patric didn’t react much to her words, but Adrain looked dissatisfied. “Grace, he’s inherently proud.

Even fierce beasts show weakness when they’re injured, but when they seize an opportunity, they’ll

you back. Wasn’t his injuring you this time a premeditated act? Don’t end up hurting yourself when you

haven’t tamed him properly.”

bite

Patric nodded in agreement.

Grace opened the refrigerator to find ingredients while smiling. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”

In the garden.

Edgar swept absentmindedly. He was curious about what Grace would be like when interacting with

other men. He dragged his feet and moved to the corner by the window, looking through the glass to

see a harmonious scene at the dining table. He saw Grace smiling, her eyes filled with genuine

happiness.

He remembered that in the year she married him, Grace loved to smile. He often saw her sweet smile

and her eyes full of love for him.

When did she start to smile less?

Her gaze towards him was extremely indifferent…

Since their divorce, she has become stunningly aloof, noble, and arrogant. No matter what difficulties

she faced, she remained confident and calm.

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This was the most genuine version of her, wasn’t it?

Edgar felt a tightness in his chest, a stifling sensation he couldn’t describe but found uncomfortable…

Lost in his thoughts, he suddenly saw Eighteen hurriedly pushing open the door to the villa’s living

room and speaking something to Grace.

Edgar averted his gaze, minding his own business, and was about to continue sweeping the fallen

leaves when he saw Eighteen coming towards him.

“Mr. Fallen, your mother from the old mansion has fallen down the stairs. She really wants to see you.

Please come with me to the car.”

Yvonne fell?

How could she have fallen just a few days after he visited?

“Alright.”

Edgar turned around and glanced through the window at the three people inside, who were chatting

and laughing. His dark eyes showed a hint of complexity, and then he followed Eighteen into the old

mansion.

Yvonne was taken to the old private doctor’s room for rest. Her foot was in a cast, and she lay bored on

the bed, lost in thought. Hearing the sound of the door opening, she looked up and saw her long-

awaited son. Her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

“Wu… Wu… Wu, Edgar, Mom almost thought she would never see you again….

Edgar lightly tapped Yvonne’s casted leg, causing her to scream in pain.

Seeing her exaggerated reaction, Edgar understood what was going on. He walked over to the chair

next to her bed and sat down.

“For no reason at all, how did you manage to fall?”

Yvonne sounded aggrieved and was about to explain when she noticed Eighteen behind him. “This

bodyguard, it’s been so long since I’ve seen my son. I want to have a few words with him alone. It won’t

take long, can I?

Eighteen hesitated for a moment but didn’t move.

Edgar turned around. “You can relax. I won’t do anything to make you uncomfortable. I’ll just chat with

my mother about ordinary matters.”

Because it was Eighteen who had witnessed his beating last time, although Edgar’s current identity

was Grace’s servant, Eighteen still admired his integrity deep down. So he didn’t make things difficult

and left the room.

Once Eighteen left, Edgar spoke up. “Tell me, how did you get this injury? I just saw you last time, and

you didn’t scream so loudly just now.”

Yvonne chuckled twice.

“It’s true that I slipped on the stairs by accident, only about five or six steps. It’s not a big problem. But if

it weren’t for this, how could I have had the opportunity to see you as I wished?”

“How did you make people think you had a serious fall?”

Yvonne smiled mysteriously and whispered to him, “Of course, I have my ways. But that’s not

important. Son, how’s the progress with what I mentioned last time?”

Edgar frowned and asked, “What matters?”

Yvonne lightly pushed his forehead with her finger, looking frustrated.

–

After glancing outside the door, she spoke in a soft voice, “Cooking! I’m talking about cooking!” Edgar’s

face turned dark, and his black eyes quickly grew colder.

“That’s absolutely impossible. I don’t want to hear about it for the third time, and you’re not allowed to

mention it to anyone again.”

Yvonne felt annoyed.

Considering the current situation, if they couldn’t bring down Grace, their whole family would never

escape the life of being servants forever. She had endured enough days of humiliation and needed. to

fi nd a way to reclaim the Fallen family and the old residence.

As for her clueless son, she could only assist him!

“Okay, I won’t mention it.”

She agreed with a smile, but as her eyes subtly glanced around, she pretended to accidentally spill

water on Edgar when she picked up the glass from the table.

“Oh dear, sorry, son. My hand slipped. Let me clean it for you.” While speaking, she patted the water

droplets on Edgar’s clothes and took the opportunity to slip two small objects into his pocket.

Edgar saw her wiping for a while, making his white shirt even dirtier. Worried that she might discover

the injury on his back, he stood up and went to the restroom in the private doctor’s room to clean up.

Unexpectedly, he heard the familiar sound of a bird’s chirping. It was Eric. Edgar’s expression. turned

serious as he started thinking about how to meet with Eric.

This time, Grace only assigned Eighteen to accompany him. Had her vigilance towards him decreased,

or was it simply because she was busy having dinner with Adrain and Patric? Was she too occupied to

make other arrangements?

Regardless of the situation, it was a good opportunity. When he came out of the restroom again, the

door happened to be opened.

A man dressed in a servant uniform came in cautiously and closed the door gently. When he turne d

around, it was indeed Eric!

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