Edgar and His Destined Wife
Chapter 546

Chapter 546

Jean opened the scoring. She would strike first.

Before Edbert arrives, get the hospital's contact details.

Even in the hallway, he challenged Edbert directly, "Do you still intend to file a lawsuit despite the fact that she is insane? To enable her to recall the number of times she had suffered. Do you experience any remorse at all as a father?"

Edbert's eyes widened.

Even as a seasoned actor like Mr. Royden, there was a limit on how much he could tolerate.

She played the role of his villain to the fullest.

Jean didn't mind if all the nurses in the hallway gave her furious and perplexed looks.

"Unless you can provide additional proof, I'll state the obvious. Jf you continue, continuing to be negligent of Xena's life will put you directly with my lawyers under defamation.

Since he wanted to put pressure on Edgar, Jean would break the matter.

She did not worry about ruining her reputation or turning into a laughing stock among Yorktown locals.

She simply wanted to keep her ex-husband safe, no matter who showed up.

"I tell you, you are a horrible woman!"

Edbert was able to expel his contempt.

Jean had already left the elevator next to him. She turned to respond, "Really? I get the impression that the bad guy is using others to blackmail me in this situation." She remarked before promptly boarding the elevator.

Edbert, who was seated in a wheelchair, scowled.

He had been sending spies to keep an eye on Jean and Edgar's whereabouts. He was aware that Jean had been attacked in the hospital, of course.

George was a little perplexed as well, "They appear to have already put the blame for this event on you, although our units did not do it."

"Will someone impersonate you?"

Edbert had a frigid smile on his face at first, but towards the end, all that was left was cruelty. "First try, then fight with me."

He went into the ward with George.

The hallway became quiet again.

Their backs were observed by unscrupulous spies in a distance.

Jean took a big breath after heading downstairs. She felt both refreshed with the drizzling rain.

Eventually, Julia arrived to pick her up.

"Madam, why can't you just relax? Why do you stay outside to fool around every day while you are pregnant? Your due date is approaching." The lady huffed, "Anyway, I've heard on the radio that you are now the new center of attention for Yorktown. You're becoming quite a celebrity with Edgar as your baby daddy."

Julia handed the phone to Jean after a long chat.

"Look, pictures of the two of you are all over the Internet."

Jean snatched it up, "It isn't awful. I seem slim even though I'm actually overweight."

Julia's hands tightened on the wheel, "Do you consider yourself to be an adult? Even if you're a kid, you still need to have a strong personality and act like the family's leader."

Jean's heart felt warm.

She turned her head, peered out of the car window.

"Auntie, I want to taste your cooking."

Julia shook her head, "My meals? Would you dare to? I wouldn't. I used to think of your mother as a spoilt child, so I..."

She realized her passenger was quiet as she monologued on about a childhood story.

She came to a stop at the traffic signal and checked on her silent passenger. Julia let out a deep sigh and covered her with a flannel.

"You are not alone Jean. Everyone has their own path to thread. Yours is especially rough."

Jean was asleep.

Julia was accurate about one thing at least-she did become drowsier as her pregnancy wore on.

They spent a lot of time in the car together without Julia bothering her.

The sun had already fallen when the lady awoke.

With her eyes still closed, Jean opened them, "Julia, why didn't you wake me?"

"Your Mr. Royden informed me long ago that you wake up quite mad, so I must take caution," Julia put the phone to her ear, "We should leave since Dr.

Walterson has been waiting for a while."

The two walked upstairs together after Jean nodded.

Gigi Eyer and Andrew Walterson appeared to be arguing in the ward. They both remained silent as they entered.

It was Julia who smoothed things over first, "Are there any updates on the donor you previously mentioned, Dr. Walterson?"

The mood, however, felt much tenser once the words were spoken.

There was no other option for Andrew Walterson than, to be honest. The doctor groaned, "They stopped answering my calls. I'm going to take a look at them when I'm off work tomorrow."

There was just so much he could do as an attending physician.

However, Gigi Eyer didn't seem to appreciate his decision.

"You shouldn't do that, especially for someone like me who is on the edge of death"

Andrew grew angry, "I haven't given up on you, so why do you always feel defeated? Were all of our efforts for you so unimportant in your eyes? Am I wasting time on someone who is adamant about dying?" After he finished speaking, he opened the door and walked out.

The nurse who arrived to give Gigi Eyer the medication seemed perplexed. "Since I started my career, I have never witnessed Dr. Andrew become upset," said the nurse.

Gigi closed her eyes.

"Leave. I don't want to see anyone today."

For a while, there was no activity in the ward. She held the corner of the blanket and couldn't stop sobbing, thinking that Jean and Julia had already departed.

She appeared to yell out all her frustrations as soon as tears began to form.

However, as she continued to sob, a conversation began next to her.

"What about this?"

Alongside her, Jean echoed, "Let's have Sichuan food since I prefer spicy food more recently."

The two of them scrolled their phones while they looked for takeout options.

Under the three-person entree, Julia remarked for confirmation, "Okay, I'll get a set lunch for two because she's probably not hungry due to her constant wailing."

Half an hour passed.

They carefully set up a table in the ward and ordered a variety of hot, flavorful meals.

"Try this, Jean." The only thing Julia could do to stay cool was to keep drinking water.

"Auntie, do you dislike spicy food?"

Jean was confused. She had the sense that her mother could handle spicy meals rather well.

"I am not, however, your mother. I dislike hot meals. She used to include chili peppers in practically all her meals before, you know? It was sour and hot, she claimed. How did she manage to have you two brats?"

On the hospital bed, a lady popped her head out.

Frowning and with bloodshot eyes, she observed the two feasters.

"Why can't you lower down that chewing? I'm hungry now!"

The chicken nugget was still in Julia's hand, "So why are you still there? Look away."