Chapter 228
Chapter 228 Shameless
“Then, you…” Farra started to say but was interrupted by Edgar. “I don’t care.” He said and left the
hospital room. The corridor was quiet, and only the quiet ticking of the clock could be heard.
Farra pursed her lips and sighed. “Benny, let’s go ask Dr. Roffe about Jean’s condition first.” She
started walking, but Ben did not follow.
“Let’s go. Don’t you want to see Jean?” She knew her son well. It was only because of Jean Eyer that
he took up the family business, so Farra knew she couldn’t let go of Jean.
“Mom, if what he said was true, would you still support Jean and I?” Ben lifted his head and asked his
mother weakly. “What are you saying? With how advanced the medical world is now, she’ll be fine.
You…” She stopped speaking as Ben was walking away. “What?”
No matter Jean’s condition, he would never let go of her. The only problem was that he still had to think
about the Ludwig family, but Edgar could leave everything to stay by Jean’s side. Ben frowned at that
thought. He wanted to win, but how could he win against someone with all those privileges?
In the hospital room. Edgar looked at the woman quietly reading a book on the bed. His eyebrows
came together as he took small steps toward the bed. Jean abruptly lifted her head in shock when he
reached her bedside.
“Don’t you need to go to work?” She swept her eyes to the clock and then mumbled, “Must really be
free.” I don’t think anyone would believe it if I told them that the president of Royden Group had moved
his office to my hospital room.
Edgar stared at her for a long time, and after confirming that she couldn’t hear him, threw his jacket on
the sofa. “Can you not meet Ben Ludwig the next time hees?” He was talking to her, but he knew
that she couldn’t hear him.
“What? I can’t hear you. If you want to scold me, sorry, but could I bother you to write it down?” Jean
said, frustrated, as she put down the book in her hands.
Edgar ignored her and left to go look over his documents. Jeany back down on the bed. She took her
phone out and started scrolling through the news. Not long after that, she chanced upon an article that
had her and Edgar’s names in the headline.
‘The Schemes of a Tycoon’s Ex-Wife. The Tycoon Leaving His Fiancée and Spending the Night with
His Ex-Lover’
The article was apanied by a picture of them at a window. It was quite a blurry picture, but it
looked like they were quite intimate. As if painting a picture of them being inseparable even at the
hospital…
Jean ground her teeth fiercely and left her bed. She went up to Edgar and put the phone right up in his
face. “Do you have no one in your PR department? Could you not even shut this kind of small
newspaper?”
Edgar nced at it but did not say anything. “Don’t pretend to be mute! This has to do with my
reputation.” Jean said through her teeth. It was not like she begged Edgar to stay. Did he not care that
his name was being dragged in the mud with hers?
The man listened to what she said but showed an indifferent expression. He continued to work through
his documents. Then, he lifted one hand and pointed at Jean, then at his ear. Jean ‘s eyes flickered in
understanding. “You!”
Edgar looked up with a sad expression in his eyes. He couldn’t be bothered talking, so he pulled Jean
to him. She, along with his phone, fell into his embrace.
“You lunatic! Let go of me!” She screeched, yet Edgar calmly took her phone away. ‘It’s a stopgap.
Don’t worry about it.’ He typed into her notes app. Jean did not know how to respond.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. “Mr. Royden, the reporters are here. They are ready for the
interview.” Edgar looked at the door and then at the woman in front of him. He ordered coldly, “Come
in.”
Jean could only see his lips move, and before she could pull herself up from his embrace, the door
opened.
A group of seven to eight people entered the room and saw the intimate position they were in. Jean
was half lying on Edgar in a loose hospital garb, and she had ced her hand somewhere
unmentionable while trying to push herself up. Edgar was holding on to her elbow, and his eyes were
locked on her body.
“Miles was momentarily stunned to find them in this position but quickly recovered and rushed to push
the reporters out. Though, he was toote as the lights from the cameras had already started shing
frenziedly.
Jean was shocked out of her reverie by the blinding lights. Her first reaction was to hide behind Edgar.
The more frantic she was, the more her limbs did not cooperate with her, and she ended up even
deeper in Edgar’s embrace. The distance between them was closer than ever. “You…”
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Jean finally disentangled herself from Edgar’s arms and stood back. She looked back at the door and
realized that it was shut. She whipped her head back and shouted at Edgar.
“What are you doing?!” She was a hundred percent sure that he had let those reporters in. Edgar
raised his hands innocently, “It had nothing to do with me.”
“You’re so shameless!” Jean red at him. She couldn’t hear his excuses, but judging from his
expression, she could guess his response. She turned around and went back to her bed, her face
frosty.
Edgar’s lips tilted up in a smirk. He opened the door of the room and addressed Miles while ignoring
the reporters. “I’m going to head to thepany for a while. I’ll leave you to deal with things here.”
“Understood, sir.”
Milesmunicated with Jean by typing on the phone.
“So, what you’re saying is that those reporters were supposed to clear up the article on the news?” Her
eyebrows came together in a slight frown as she thought about it.
If Edgar had really called those reporters for this purpose, then did she put the me on him wrongly?
She pursed her lips.
But who can me me? It was such a coincidence; anyone would have misunderstood.
Miles typed something on the phone.
‘Ms. Eyer, as long as you follow the script, the reporters will know what to do.’
Jean nodded her head exasperatedly and then pulled the papers from Miles’ hands.
Although on the outside she might look like she would cooperate, on the inside, she couldn’t help but
think.
Would those reporters really clear their names? Even after witnessing what they did just then? No
matter how close Edgar is with those reporters, I doubt it.
‘I’ll let them in once you’re ready.’ Miles typed.
Jean looked through the script and nodded, “I’m ready.”
She looked out the window and rubbed her eyes.
No matter what Edgar’s n is, I’m not going to just sit here and follow his will!
The first person to interview Jean was a reporter from The Daily Column.
The second she came; she took a look at her photographer and then made her way to the bedside.
“Ms. Eyer, how are you? I’m Heather Shanty from The Daily Column.” The woman introduced herself
and held her hand out. She kept her hand out for a long time, but Jean did not pay her any heed.