Edgar and His Destined Wife
Chapter 503

Xena was rooted to the spot.

She felt a chill go down her spine as she watched the elevator doors close.

I can't believe Edgar will be this cold to me.

"Edgar.." Where did the man fram my youth go? George found Xena staring at the elevator doors.

"Mr. Edbert is asking for you,' George said and woke Xena up from her reverie.

"What?" "You've already gone down this route; you can't go back on your words now.

You know too much for Mr. Edbert to let you leave." George grabbed onto her wrist and coldly reminded her.

Xena chewed on her lip angrily and stepped back, "No....

I haven't decided yet.

Edgar will surely help me if I tell him." Her hand shook as she reached for her phone in her bag.

"I have a recording as evidence.

I will show it to the world? her voice was weak with panic.

George furrowed his brows and snickered, "You are a clever girl; why would you do something so stupid?" Xena did not understand what he meant.

In the next second, he snatched her bag and phone.

"Anyone who betrays Mr. Edbert will not end up well.

Sam Reece is a living example.

You're an adult; there's no free lunch in this world, George said menacingly.

If it weren't for Edbert Royden, Xena would still be a typical college student.

She would never have had the chance to intern at Royden Group or to be interviewed by reporters.

Neither would she have had the opportunity to wear branded clothes or carry branded bags.

This whole situation had sprouted from a scheme.

She knew about their unethical behavior yet chose to help them due to her greed.

It was all her fault that things had come to this point.

George brought her back to her hospital room and warned her again, "I won't tell Mr. Edbert about today, but you should watch yourself next time.

He pushed her into the room before she could say anything.

"I couldn't catch up to him; she blurted out in a panic when she saw Edbert waving to her in the room.

The strewn fruits were still on the floor.

Edbert did not blame her; he simply told her, "Get ready.

I'm taking you to Royden Residence tonight." "But Edgar doesn't want to...

see me,' Xena said in a small voice.

Her whole personality became timid and restless.

She bit her lip and lowered her head, "I understand.

I'll go get ready" Edbert smiled, pleased.

He looked at her with twinkling eyes and said, "It's been tough on you these few days.

Don't worry; the sun will shine again." The way he spoke sounded like he was playing chess with people.

Xena's hair stood on end when she met his gaze.

Edbert did not shy away from the public's scrutiny nor hid from the reporters.

He spoke to them like he had solid evidence and was able to persuade them with his serious demeanor.

He blamed all the problems on Jean.

"Please take into consideration this is a matter of the Royden family" He painted himself as a kind and respectable adult to the masses.

The public speculated that he might've been threatened by Edgar.

Meanwhile, at the detention center, Gigi was in a tight spot.

All her 'friends' had distanced themselves from her.

They would give her the dirty eye whenever they saw her after her counseling session.

"What are you going to do?" Gigi's face was full of annoyance.

She was quickly surrounded by a mob of people.

The head of the group, Sheena Bowler, sneered at her, "You're a heartless b*tch.

No, you don't have a conscience.

Your sister treats you so well, yet you are blinded by hatred" Gigi's eyes turned icy, "Do you know Jean?" The crowd snickered.

"Surely, she must know." "If Jean had not begged Sheena, do you think we'd care if you died?" "Let's just throw her out, Sheena" The crowd threw swears at her. Gigi frowned; how is it that I'm still in Jean's care? She slowly slid down the wall.

'Pang' Sheena started throwing marbles at Gigi, but Gigi could only retreat further from the pain.

"How about you reconcile with Jean the next time she visits you? Don't pull her down with you,' Sheena sneered at her.

"What do you know? She's so self-righteous! She never asked my opinion when she did things, apparently for my good.

Why do I have to be thankful to her?" Gigi shouted at Sheena.

She couldn't contain the rage in her heart.

Sheena was prepared to leave but turned around when she heard Gigi's outburst.

She glared at Gigi with cold eyes.

Gigi had never seen someone with such intimidating eyes.

"You two sisters are totally different.

You do not sympathize with people like she does and cannot let go of your hatred.

The more you call her your sister, the more guilt she will feel.

But you? You're feeling hurt for your common enemy.

How do you think she feels?" "You have no idea what's going on! Who are you to judge me?" Gigi questioned with a low voice as she bit her lip tightly. The people around her were going to restrain her, but Sheena stopped them with a wave of a hand.

She stared at Gigi and said darkly, "You're quite similar in this.

She acted just like you did when she first came here.

She was full of thorns.' Gigi's eyes shone with unshed tears.

"Don't compare me to her." Why does everyone think it's my fault? Why do they all stand with Jean! "Sure, I don't know what happened between the two of you. But have eyes; I can see.

You should have a good think about it.

She doesn't owe you anything.

Sheena scoffed.

At this moment, it was like the last threads holding her mind together snapped.

She shut out the world and slowly lifted her hand to stare at the lines on her palm.

She thought about the day Jean pulled her.

The person who caused all this travesty was not Jean.

It was me who couldn't escape the pits of hatred.

That's why placed all my anger on Jean.

Even an outsider like Sheena could see this; how was I so blind? Gigi kneeled on the floor and cried for a long time.

"What can I do?" The following day, Robert Martin, a lawyer, came to look for Gigi.

He placed a demand letter in front of Gigi.

"According to the plaintiff, Jean Eyer's, request, we will be withdrawing all accusations against Sam Reece.

I will apply for your bail after you sign this letter.' "What?"