Chapter 121


    Chapter 121


    Did he deserve the beating he received from Patric?


    Was Patric really that important to her?


    Edgar was very annoyed!


    Quite annoyed, indeed!


    If possible, he wanted to put a sack over Patric’s head and send him to Antarctica to feed the penguins


    tomorrow!


    Feeling a heavy resentment toward the figure with his back turned in bed, Grace’s lips curled slightly.


    However, the injury on Edgar’s back did look somewhat ring.


    “Seventeen, apply some medicine to his wound.”


    Suddenly mentioned, Seventeen looked puzzled and asked, “Huh? Me?”


    Grace nced at him coldly and questioned, “Who else? Should I do it myself?”


    “Fine.”


    Seventeen wore a bitter expression.


    This ungrateful person actually tried to harm their young miss. Can he give him poison?


    Although he was unwilling deep down, he had no choice but to reluctantly retrieve the medical kit since


    their Miss was watching him closely.


    With Seventeen almost done, Grace turned around to leave when a pair of broad and sturdy hands


    suddenly grabbed her wrist.


    “Grace, talk with me for a while…”


    Edgar had changed his lying position, not looking up. His voice sounded mu ffled from under the


    covers, and his long, curly eyshes trembled slightly. Coupled with his paleplexion, he looked


    quite “delicate.”


    Grace coldly nced at him and said. “My time is precious; I don’t have the time to apany you in


    conversation. Let go.”


    She deliberately emphasized the word “apany,” emphasizing his current status. Property of N?)(velDr(a)ma.Org.


    Edgar remained motionless and didn’t release his grip.


    “Grace, I endured six hours alone this afternoon; it really hurts. The marble floor in the living room is so


    cold, my whole body has be stiff. Considering that I admitted my mistake, let’s chat for a while…”


    His voice was soft, like a feather brushing past, and more like that of a wounded little beast seeking


    comfort.


    Hey on the living room floor for six hours alone? Grace furrowed her brows and scanned Eighteen,


    standing aside.


    Eighteen lowered his head in panic. “I… I thought Mr. Fallen faluted from doing housework, so 1


    didn’t…”


    D amn it, the more he exined, the worse it sounded.


    Afraid that all the me would fall on him, Eighteen quickly shut his mouth, retreated, and closed the


    door behind him.


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    With the sound of the door closing, the room fellpletely silent.


    Grace nced down at Edgar, who was covered by the nket. “What do you want to say?”


    Edgar held onto her wrist and didn’t let go. “These past few days, when you were with Patric, were you


    doing well?”


    Hmm? Grace furrowed her brows.


    Is he pretending to be weak and pitiful just to talk about trivial matters like this?


    “Without a certain someone making me feel uneasy, and with Mr. Smith being gentle and considerate,


    of course, I’m doing very well.”


    Knowing that she was mocking him, Edgar put on a serious expression and said, testing her, “I heard


    that the Smith family has very high standards for their children’s spouses. Do you think Patric would


    defy the entire family for you?”


    Patric marrying her? Haha, what a big joke!


    Grace sarcastically nced at him. “That’s my business. You don’t have the qualifications to meddle in


    my affairs.”


    Edgar noticed her expression, and a faint smile appeared on his thin lips.


    “It seems he has no intention of letting the Smith family know about your existence. So, are you being


    taken care of and supported by him?”


    Grace chuckled at his words. “I doubt there’s a man in this world who can take care of and support me.


    And it seems I’m the only one who takes care of and supports others.”


    This statement was incredibly arrogant.


    Buting from her, surprisingly, it didn’t feel out of ce at all.


    Edgar narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully pondering the deeper meaning behind her words. If she truly


    possessed such capital, then perhaps she really was part of the Smith family.


    In that case, her rtionship with Patric might have a blood connection. They could never be


    lovers. Wouldn’t that mean that their previous intimate actions were merely those of family members?


    Although this thought was only his spection and hadn’t been confirmed, deep down, Edgar secretly


    hoped it was true.


    Lost in his thoughts, Grace noticed that he kept spouting meaningless, sarcastic remarks. She turned


    her head and was about to leave.


    Because Edgar was holding onto her wrist, Grace couldn’t leave and became annoyed. “Edgar, what


    are you trying to do?”


    The man, with a pale face, looked at her pitifully. “Grace, my back hurts a lot. Can you blow on it to


    make it feel better?”


    “Hmm?”


    Grace waspletely thunderstruck by his request. Howe she never noticed that he could be so


    clingy?


    “Are you beaten up on your back or is it your brain that’s been hit? Doesn’t it work? Speak in a way that


    I can understand!”


    Edgar remained silent. He was truly in pain and tired. He just wanted her tofort him for a


    moment.


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    Seeing that he wasn’t speaking, Grace forcefully pried his hand off her wrist and was about to leave.


    However, from behind, Edgar suddenly spoke with a deep voice: “During the days I was away. 1 went


    to the mountains near the border between Wind City and Trant City. The reason I came backte was


    because I was being pursued by a group of people, and those people were sent by Chris Smith.”


    Grace’s footsteps abruptly halted. Did Big Brother send people to kill him?


    The third brother had only told her about Edgar’s whereabouts and that he couldn’te back for the


    time being. But he didn’t tell her that the reason Edgar stayed behind was because of Big Brother.


    She suddenly remembered Edgar’s reaction when he returned after she injected him with the special


    medicine. Was the injury on his waist caused by Big Brother’s people?


    Grace stood by the door for a moment before smiling and responding. “Why are you suddenly telling


    me all this? Did you think I would care about you?”


    After speaking, she opened the door and left.


    Seventeen was waiting outside the door and noticed the strange expression on her face when she


    came out.


    “Miss?”


    She snapped back to reality and nced at the medical kit in Seventeen’s hands. “Go inside and treat


    him.”


    “Yes.”


    Seventeen nodded slightly and watched her leave the second floor before entering Edgar’s room.


    Edgar was lost in his thoughts.


    Judging from Grace’s reaction earlier, it seemed like she was quite surprised by Chris Smith’s


    involvement. It seemed like it had nothing to do with her…


    He let out a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lifted from his heart.


    “Hey, Mr. Fallen? Seventeen interrupted his thoughts with a displeased expression. ‘Take off your shirt


    and lie down. I’ll apply the medicine!”


    Edgar took the medical kit from his hands. “No need; I’ll do it myself. You can leave.”


    “You have an injury on your back. How can you apply the medicine yourself? Just because Miss Grace


    can touch you, it doesn’t mean I can’t touch you, right?”


    Edgar remained expressionless. “I’m not used to men touching me.”


    What a strange habit this was!


    However, Seventeen eagerly replied, “Well, that’s what you said. Don’teining to Miss


    Graceter.”


    Although he said that, Seventeen still felt worried after leaving the room. He went to the third floor first


    to report the situation to Grace.


    “If he enjoys being abused, let him be. Don’t bother with him. Go about your own business.” The door


    was open, and Grace was still standing by the window. Her voice was loud enough for everyone to


    hear. Downstairs, Edgar heard it loud and clear, and his brows furrowed tightly. It seemed like the


    beating he took was not worth it at all. He didn’t receive even a hut of


    from someone, but instead received a barrage of mockery, saying he deserved it a “pathy


    self torture.


    enjoyed


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    The Millionaire and His fallimaire Ex vile


    It was a loss! He applied some anti-inmmatory cream to his back and went to sleep.


    The next morning, he woke upte. Being beaten up again yesterday and crawling through the pipes


    had really exhausted his stamina.


    By the time he woke up, Grace was no longer in the vi, and surprisingly, she didn’t give him any


    trouble. Edgar found it somewhat strange and began to do the household chores as usual.


    Ever since he learned that Grace and Patric might be rtives, he felt delighted. It was the opposite of


    his mood from the previous few days.


    Once Eric finished his investigation, perhaps many mysteries about Grace could be unraveled!


    In the afternoon, he prepared the food as usual and waited for Grace to return from work. Grace did.


    come back, but behind her were two men he disliked very much.


    Patric and Adrain.