The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 143

If it really wasn’t him, then this matter was not as simple as it seemed. Grace narrowed her cold gaze

and looked at Edgar with doubt still in her eyes.

She squeezed his cheeks forcefully with her hand.

The flesh on the man’s cheeks bulged, as if he had two small dumplings in his mouth. His handsome

brows slightly furrowed, and his black eyes shimmered, resembling a pitiful, wronged puppy.

“I’ll believe you this time. But if I find out you’re still lying to me, I’ll immediately throw you into prison.

Let’s see how long you can last there, and how long your subordinates can keep you out” After saying

that, she withdrew her hand angrily.

Edgar slumped on the floor, completely drained of strength.

He wanted to speak, but suddenly, a sour and sweet sensation surged up his throat, causing him to

choke and cough violently.

It felt like his lungs were about to come out.

He wasn’t afraid of going to jail. Even if Grace really threw him in, there weren’t many people inside

who dared to touch him.

However, he didn’t want Grace to continue misunderstanding him.

“Cough… If L… lie… I won’t… survive… Alright.

Grace turned her head and looked down at him once again.

His face had turned pale from coughing, and he still had a fever. When he furrowed his brows, he

looked extremely painful.

Perhaps due to the effect of the special medicine, he looked like a long suffering patient who couldn’t

recover.

Even Eleven and Fifteen, upon seeing his miserable appearance, felt a hint of sympathy.

Grace, however, had an expressionless face, and it was unclear what she was thinking as she stared

at him.

After a while, she looked at Eleven and Fifteen and said, “Which one of you will cook some millet

porridge for him and bring it over?”

Eleven and Fifteen exchanged glances, looking very troubled.

“Miss, I can fight for you, but cooking porridge? I’ve never learned that…” Eleven replied.

Fifteen added, “I don’t know how either, really!”

Grace was speechless. Should she hire some bodyguards with decent cooking skills next time?

She looked back at the person on the floor and wondered if she should tell him to take care of it

himself. The person seemed to notice her gaze and suddenly coughed harder, with a heartbreaking

sound that was pitiful.

Grace pursed her lips.

“Fine, you two help him back to bed. I’ll go cook.”

“Yes.”

After giving the instructions, Grace went downstairs, found the millet in the pantry, and began to cook

the porridge.

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After Fifteen helped the person back to bed, he came downstairs to the kitchen to find her.

“Miss, do you believe Mr. Fallen’s words?”

“I believe, but not entirely. I only believe in the final evidence. If it really wasn’t him, there will always be

some traces left behind.”

She thought for a moment and continued, “Since he claimed to have sent Adrain away, you investigate

this matter and see if it matches what he said.”

“Yes,”

Fifteen nodded and added, “Actually, I still trust Mr. Fallen quite a bit.”

Grace paused in her porridge-making. “Tell me more.”

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“From the fact that he could take Tim out of prison and secretly bring him back without anyone

knowing, his power and connections must be extraordinary. It would have been easy for him to rescue

Nancy Mellis if he really wanted to. He could have done it a long time ago.”

“Then he could have taken Nancy and gone to a small country on the sea where even immortals

couldn’t find them. So, after completing this task, he wouldn’t need to stay in the villa, risking being

discovered by you.”

Grace remained silent.

In her anger yesterday, coupled with Edgar’s misunderstanding of her intentions, she readily admitted

her suspicions without thinking too deeply.

Now, upon careful consideration, there were indeed many loopholes in this matter’s details.

If it was not him, then who could it be? A sudden thought popped into Grace’s mind.

Could it be someone from the Smith family who harmed her? If it really was that person, when did he

discover that she was still alive and in Frant City?

And why did he want to get Nancy out of prison? What was his next move?

As Grace was lost in her thoughts, Fifteen suddenly looked terrified.

“Miss! The porridge! It’s burned!”

Huh? What happened?

“It’s burnt! Miss, the porridge is burnt!”

A burnt smell suddenly filled Grace’s nostrils, and she belatedly realized what had happened. She

quickly turned off the stove.

Fortunately, only the bottom of the pot was burned, and the porridge on top was still drinkable, albeit

with some difficulty.

She instructed Lu Fifteen to do as she had previously ordered and investigate, while she took a small

bowl from the cupboard and filled it with porridge.

As she was going upstairs, she noticed that Edgar’s door was not completely closed, leaving a small

gap.

Grace was about to push the door open when she caught a glimpse of Edgar rolling up his pants and

applying medicine to his knee.

Because his skin had become fragile, his knee was covered in dark bruises, swollen, and heavily

bruised after last night. The injury was quite severe.

Grace frowned. Although he had knelt at almost the same time as she did, his knee was much worse

off than hers. Since they had signed the agreement, she couldn’t remember how many times he had

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voluntarily or involuntarily knelt, and it seemed like he never stopped getting injured.

The once proud and fierce lion seemed to have been truly lamed by her.

But why didn’t she feel particularly happy about it? If she counted carefully, it seemed that his debts

had been repaid to a certain extent.

Grace snapped out of her thoughts and pushed the door open-

When Edgar saw her approaching, he let go of his pants leg, tucked himself back into the covers, and

leaned against the headboard, waiting for her.

She sat down on the chair next to his bed, holding the bowl of porridge and gently blowing away the

steam while stirring it with a spoon. Her movements were elegant and gentle.

Edgar’s gaze burned with anticipation, and his heart raced. He licked his pale lips, his black eyes filled

with expectation, obediently waiting for her to feed him.

Grace noticed his gaze, but he remained composed, blowing on the porridge in the bowl without any

fluctuation in his eyes. Feeling that the temperature of the porridge was not as hot anymore, she

handed him the bowl along with the spoon.

Edgar hesitated and didn’t reach out to take it.

“Eat it yourself: I won’t feed you. Grace’s tone was icy cold.

Edgar felt a pang in his heart, suddenly overwhelmed by a sense of great disappointment and

grievance.

He didn’t reach out; his eyes were slightly red as he looked at her. “It hurts; I can’t eat by myself.”

Grace mercilessly exposed his pretentiousness: “You have a knee injury, not a hand injury. Why can’t

you eat by yourself?”

Edgar was unwilling to accept this.

“But I have a fever: I feel dizzy.”

Grace’s face turned cold. “You’re speaking so clearly; it seems your brain hasn’t been affected by the.

fever. If you keep whining, then don’t eat.”

She made a gesture as if she were going to take the bowl and leave.

Edgar quickly sna tched the bowl from her hand. Even though he couldn’t receive someone’s feeding.

at least the porridge was cooked by her own hands. It would be a shame not to drink it.

However, when he took a spoonful of the millet porridge and put it in his mouth, he almost spat it out on

the spol.

“Why… does it taste burnt?”

Grace felt a bit embarrassed.

Could she say that she was preoccupied with Nancy’s matter and forgot about the cooking time? “If you

don’t like it, don’t eat it. You can cook it yourself later. She reached out to take the bowl. Edgar moved

aside, not letting her take it, showing a protective expression. Then, under Grace’s gaze, le directly

poured the whole howl of porridge into his stomach.

Because it was burnt, the taste and texture were unpleasant. Edgar suppressed the urge to vomit and

showed her the empty bowl, indicating that he had finished it.

Grace knew it didn’t taste good, and seeing him like this, her mouth instinctively twitched.

downward. But since they had finished eating, it was time for the next step.

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She took out a piece of paper that Eleven had printed and handed it to him with a calm expression.

“Take a look: sign the document.”

Edgar took it obliviously.

After reading the words on it, he became furious.

“You want to terminate our employment agreement?”

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