Edgar and His Destined Wife
Chapter 298

Chapter 298 Disappointed

After Edgar collapsed, he kept having a recurring fever. His fever was so serious that he even started talking nonsense while he was unconscious.

They tried everything they could think of to make him better. But he still stayed unconscious. "There isn't any more Paracetamol." Miles sweated anxiously.

Jean looked at the face in front of her. Her emotions grew more and more complicated. Why did it turn out to be like this?

"Madam, these are herbs from our village. It can be used to relieve fever. It might work." The boy who gifted Edgar the windmill came over with a handful of grass in his small hand.

The bearded man chased after him and picked him up in his arms. "What nonsense are you spurting about? This is just our village's local and traditional method. What if something happens to Mr. Royden after he takes the herb? Are you able to take responsibility for that?"

The boy was frightened. He cried aggrievedly.

Jean looked at the scratch marks on his hands. She got up and walked over.

"That's the only method we can try now."

The boy's tears stopped immediately. He whimpered, "Mr. Royden will get better!"

The bearded man studied Jean carefully and muttered, "Are you his fiancée?"

Jean was thinking about how she should feed Edgar the herbs. When she heard the bearded man's question, she could not help but smile bitterly. "I used to be his wife."

This man's fiancée was still waiting for him to return to the hospital.

Jean's heart broke a little. She accidentally cut her finger with the knife that she was using to handle the herbs.

When blood oozed out of her wound, she did not feel any pain. After a long time, she finally finished feeding him with the herb.

"Whatever. I'll just try whatever I can do." She looked at Miles, who was standing at a side quietly. "Go and have a rest. I will keep a watch first for the first half of the night. If not, both of us will be exhausted." Miles opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out of his mouth. He turned around and sat in a corner.

It wasn't the time to act heroic.

Nobody knew when the rescue team would come. The medical supplies and food...

Were all things they were unsure if they would receive it in time.

At this critical moment, they had to try hard to persevere.

The car door was half open. Edgar lay inside the car. Jean sat outside. She looked up at the starry sky, and recalled many things from the past.

She had looked forward and was so elated to marry this guy before everything came crashing down.

But after she got married to him, she was only left with disappointment and sadness.

Later, after her father passed away, all the happiness she felt from their marriage disappeared.

But now she was looking after her enemy.

Jean took a deep breath and muttered to herself. "Dad, you must think that I'm useless, am I not?"

She did not wish to have anything to do with this man anymore. She did not want to...

Suddenly, she felt a hard grip on her shoulder.

Jean turned around to look. Her distance from him suddenly became nearer.

The tip of their noses touched each other. He was still in a daze, but he managed to mouth a word, "Sorry."

It was just dawn.

There was commotion all around.

Just as Jean opened her eyes, she was pulled into his arms. He spoke coldly, "Don't look. Don't talk."

His voice sounded soft as it rang in her ear.

Jean froze. She struggled for a bit but failed to break free from his embrace. She leaned forward slightly and looked out.

Only then she saw a few people wrestling with each other. The scene was a chaotic mess.

"The food is mine!"

"Stop fighting. You are relatives too. You shouldn't fight for just food."

"What do you mean by we shouldn't? If this goes on, we will starve from hunger! Do you still want history to repeat itself? Do you wish to see people starving to death like what happened 20 years ago?" They yelled and argued non-stop.

"Enough! Mr. Jevin is still unconscious now. Don't you feel sorry for him for making such a fuss?" The bearded man stood up and pushed those people apart. "Embarrassing!"

Those people felt dissatisfied. "Rambo, you too, were..."

Bang.

That person was punched as soon as he opened his mouth.

"It is all in the past now. Don't blame me for being rude if you mention it again."

At last, the commotion ended like that.

Jean raised her hand and tapped her fingers. She blinked hard. She would die out of breath if Edgar did not let go of her any sooner.

The man frowned and smiled weakly.

The next second, Jean put her hand on his forehead and said, "Your fever is gone."

She could not help but feel relieved.

"Are you afraid that I would die?" He suddenly asked. The look in his eyes was gentle. "Don't worry. Even if I were to die, I would only die at your hands."

But his words sounded inappropriate at this moment.

Jean felt confused. She pushed Edgar away and he fell to the other side of the car. "I shouldn't have pitied you."

She muttered as she left. Edgar's smile widened as he looked at her leaving.

Miles took out the only food they had left. "Mr. Royden, this is all we have."

Edgar looked at the villagers and said coldly, "The route out of this village was blocked as soon as we entered this village. Although this earthquake was most definitely not man-made, all the other incidents before this must have been executed by someone."

But he had no idea who would risk the lives of the whole village just to hurt him.

Or could it be...

He looked at Jean, who was at a distance. He spoke slowly, "Leave her some."

On the second night after the earthquake, help finally arrived. But the supply that the truck brought was too little. After Mr. Jevin got into that car, Edgar told Miles to stop it.

"What are you doing, Mr. Royden? We have to send Mr. Jevin to the hospital in the city now!"

"Yes! Mr. Jevin had suffered fatal injuries. It will not be good if his treatment is further delayed."

The villagers intended well for Mr. Jevin, but Jean could feel something amiss.

The medical facilities here were indeed not satisfactory, but who would take responsibility if anything happened to Mr. Jevin on the way to the city?

Moreover, he had no children by his side anymore.

"There is no one to take care of him when he gets to the hospital. It will be best for him to stay back." Edgar said coldly, and went to the car to help Mr. Jevin down. None of the villagers went up to help, including the bearded man.

Although Edgar was a strong man, it was still difficult for him to move an unconscious man. Luckily, someone helped him when he got to the car door. "Careful." Jean looked at Mr. Jevin's feet and said patiently, "Move slower."

Edgar looked at her meaningfully. He moved faster.

"Mr. Royden, I think we should send Mr. Jevin out first." The bearded man gritted his teeth and continued, "He is old. He might not be able to make it." The person he cared about the most in this village was Mr. Jevin.

Edgar looked at him, then at Mr. Jevin once more. He spoke in a low voice, "That uncle did not return after he left twenty years ago."

He finally realized what was wrong.

Whatever happened to the village now, was history from twenty years ago repeating itself.

Jean and he were also involved in it, like how their parents were. They were unable to free themselves from this fate.