The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 206

Chapter 206 Before the accident, he was gravely wounded. Why did she feign jealousy by mentioning the third brother a few days ago? Was it to deliberately provoke him? He was truly despicable! Grace seethed with anger as she continued reading. “My Beloved Grace, By the time you read this letter, I may have left you forever. This is the last thing I willingly do for you. You need not feel guilty or blame yourself. I am unaware of my impending demise, but can you shed tears for me? I anticipated your tears, yet I feared your gemine suffering. Forget it. Do not weep and instead be the happy and carefree little princess of the Smith family.” Upon reading this, Grace’s tears welled up uncontrollably. She wiped them away, trying to compose herself, and resumed reading “You and I met the right person at the wrong time. Ever since you rescued me from the car thirteen years ago. I have been captivated by your clear starry eyes. Nancy’s false acceptance of your life-saving grace pierced my heart like a thorn. Even though I never had any intimate relations with her, even in her death, I cannot forgive myself for my foolishness. My greatest regret is that I failed to when you entered the Fallen family. Even in the hize you past three years, 1 failed to cherish you. When I finally sought to make amends, you no longer loved me. But it doesn’t matter. Even if you treat me merely as a pet and a ser vant, I can still see you every day in the villa. Since realizing my love for you, I have become obsessed with gains and losses, becoming inferior and timid.

A casual smile from you is like nectar to me. If you playfully coax me, I am filled with boundless joy that keeps me awake for days. Does this letter make you happy? Once a mighty and aloof man, my eyes are now filled with only you, begging for your love like a clown. I am humble and ridiculous.

Yes, I am afraid of losing you, and I dare not ask for your love. I know I hurt you deeply before, and I do not deserve your forgiveness. You saved me, yet I still owe you my life. Such a debt of gratitude cannot be repaid. You are right. I am a bad person. I hope you forget me and find a good man in the future who will love and cherish you. But I also hope you will remember me forever. Between the two, I agonized for a long time, torn by pain and contradictions, In the end, I selfishly chose to use my life so that you would never forget me. In the future, please eat well, do not be picky, drink less coffee and tea, and never burden yourself 12:17 The Millionaire an al His Billamaire Is wife Chapter 205 with business. Goodbye, my” The last two words were faint amidst the tears, and she could barely make out the word ‘heloved.” Grace recognized his handwriting, which had always been neat and beautiful. However, in this letter, many words were written crookedly with unstable strokes. How could he write like this? Hist hands must have trembled, his pen unsteady. He must have been so sorrowful, so reluctant to part ways. Grace cried until her heart felt suffocated. Sliding from the reclining chair, she knelt on the clutching her chest. Why did she fall in love with him?

e ground, Grace vividly remembered when she lost her memory and was taken into the Fallen family by Mr. Fallen. The Fallen family did not welcome her, except for Edgar. He smiled and said “Very good, I have another sister. From now on, this will be your home. We are all your family.” That smile, though faint, was like a new sun in winter. It reflected in her heart and ignited a profound infatuation for the warmth he bestowed upon her. Why did he eventually turn cold and start to hate her? It all began when the old man announced their marriage” Grace shook her head helplessly. Their timing was truly unfortunate. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, staining the words on the letter. She wiped them away with. her hand, and her gaze trailed along her fingertips. “Edgar! You’re an a sshole!” He succeeded. In this lifetime, she would never forget lilin. He was a fool” She had once claimed that saving him thirteen years ago meant nothing to her, just a superficial favor. But he had carried that kindness with him throughout his life. It was because of that debt that he threw himself off the Crane Bay Bridge to save her, even with his weak body, after taking the special medicine. This time, he had risked his own life to help her get rid of the man in black. He had saved her repeatedly. He owed her nothing. It was she who owed him! And now, he was gone. What did she owe him in this life? Tears silently flowed, and the last remnants of reason were consumed by the letter. It hurt, her heart hurt! This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

The pain was so intense that her fears poured out, and her limbs trembled uncontrollably. Unable to hear it any longer, she collapsed to the ground. The floor beneath her was cold, but she couldn’t feel it. Apart from the anguish in her heart, she seemed to have lost all her senses. However, through tear-filled eyes, she caught sight of something red beneath the bed. Chapter 205 That red was strikingly vibrant. Was there something hidden under his bed? Grace wiped her tears and took a few deep breaths before cautiously approaching the edge of the bed to retrieve what lay beneath, It was a bloodstained shirt. As she drew nearer, she noticed the strong scent of iron and rust. The bloodstains had dried, but the color was still fresh. It must have been recent” When did this happen? The sight of the blood on the shirt pained her eyes. Deep furrows formed on her forehead. So much blood” It couldn’t have been caused by the burn on his back. How could he be so severely injured?! Grace carefully recollected the events from some time ago. It seemed to be the day she had brought Joan back to the Cloud View Villa. Now that she thought about it, something was terribly wrong! She called Fifteen in. “Contact Eric and tell him I want to see him. I need to see him immediately! Hurry!” Fifteen was startled by her outburst. He nearly tripped as he turned and rushed out to find Eric. Half an hour later, Eric arrived. When he entered, Grace was seated in Edgar’s reclining chair, her gaze vacant and lost. She clutched Edgar’s bloodstained robe. The tears on her face had dried, but her reddened, swollen eyes revealed her suffering.

Eric lowered his head, his mood somber. “Miss Grace, you urgently called for me. What’s the matter?” Grace looked at the blood-soaked shirt in her hands, suppressing her choked s obs. “The day you. went to the abandoned construction site, did you really encounter the person under investigation? Was he seriously injured?” Eric did not answer. The time has come. Tell me the truth. Your version of the truth won’t change the outcome. I just need to know.” Eric let out a heavy sigh and began to speak, his voice tinged with sorrow. “I didn’t encounter anyone under investigation. It was Mr. Fallen who didn’t want you to worry, so he lied. But he indeed seriously injured.” Grace furrowed her brows. “Then how did he get hurt?” “Mr. Fallen, actually…” Eric paused, struggling to find the right words.