Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 548

Edbert manipulated the electric wheelchair and entered the hall, only to find that the lights of the entire building

were dimmed.

The lengthy corridor appeared unusually quiet at this time, with the exception of a few chandeliers in the corner

that were still glowing. The hospital ought to have workers on duty even at this late hour.

Edbert frowned, then sneered. "This is a stage prank."

He kept a close eye on his surroundings before heading straight for the elevator. The door opened, but the interior

was incredibly light.

He entered and waited.

But as soon as the elevator door shut, there was a huge crash. All of the lights quickly went out.

There was no sound outside, and he was trapped in the elevator.

"Anyone there?"

He spoke hoarsely, "Is the electricity out?"

The elevator dropped more than one meter as soon as he slammed the door.

Edbert almost fell out of the wheelchair.

His palms began to ooze with sweat.

All sorts of chaotic wails started to sound outside. Among them was a raspy croak, "Edbert?"

"My wife and children needed that money!"

"The money you promised for that false testimony...

Who did you give it to? You heathen...didn't you promise?"

Edbert sat in the elevator's dim interior.

His back was stiff like a cornered animal.

He stared at the closed elevator doors, pretending he didn't hear anything.

"The elevator is broken! I'm trapped!"

It was challenging to reach the emergency call at this height since he was wheelchair-bound.

I can only shout for help...

After more than half an hour, there was still no movement outside.

Although Edbert's patience was increasingly wearing thin, the yelling voices persisted in demanding a response

from him. "Mr. Royden, why won't you answer me?"

The phantom persisted. Again and again.

Edbert finally snapped, "I'll burn you that money. You spend its ashes down there!"

Jean sat in the monitoring room upstairs.

/ find it exceedingly absurd as I watch Edbert's every move on the elevator. Such a person is the one who broke so

many people's trust for the sake of fame and money.

To this day, Paul Jevin is still alive.

They have spent their whole lives regretting and blaming themselves for the choices they made back then, but the

mastermind behind the scenes can be so cruel.

She clenched her teeth and turned up the volume all the way.

A long-planned ghostly cry suddenly sprang from the void.

"What..."

The entire structure resounded with screaming.

Even Edbert, who was in the elevator, was startled to the point of breaking out in a light sweat.

"The hell? Stop pulling pranks now. In my whole life, I have never owed anyone. I have a clear conscience! I have

nothing to be afraid of."

"Mr. Gibson didn't shut his eyes when he died."

As instructed by Paul, Jean had previously ordered recording technicians to capture every word.

Only individuals who were present when the event occurred may have known these facts. They are realities that

have been dormant for a very long time.

The sole survivor, Paul Jevin, also passed away.

It seems sensible that no one should be aware of this, but when the voice really rang out, Edbert started to become

alarmed.

"Impossible, who are you!"

He cried, "Get out!" while gripping the wheelchair handle hard with both hands and his face distorted into an

exceedingly violent grimace. His eyes were a searing red from his fury.

But the moment the voice stopped; the lights turned on.

Immediately, the elevator doors opened.

A reporter who had heard the rumor was waiting outside the elevator entrance.

Edbert's voice was audible to everyone.

"You guys, don't get me wrong, I was shut up by the elevator for half an hour, and I was a little annoyed," Edbert

whispered as his chest heaved.

The reporters were even more puzzled and looked at each other.

"However, the elevator has been running, and it just came down from the third floor."

"The third floor?"

Edbert suddenly looked behind him.

He obviously stopped on the first floor and fell.

"How is this possible!"

"Mr. Royden, are you under too much mental pressure because you are too worried about your daughter?" A

reporter immediately stepped forward, "I heard that Ms. Xena has made a statement with the police today. I think

the truth will come out shortly."

"But without your guardian's permission, we can't interview Ms. Xena. Can you please allow us to interview? The

public has been concerned about this, and there will just be a few really straightforward questions."xo.com

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"No!"

Edbert immediately steered the wheelchair and rushed to the ward as fast as possible.

"He went quite quick. I'm really worried about his daughter. Caleb, what do you say? This time, your guess was

wrong."

"No." The reporter who pushed Edbert just now was named Caleb Spruce. He was sure that Edbert had something

to hide, and it was definitely big news.

"I'll keep running in Royden's tracks."

Here, Edbert broke into Xena's ward directly. He yelled at the girl, "Get up! Tell me, what did you tell those

policemen?"

"What are you going to say, you're not..."

Halfway through the conversation, Edbert found that the patient was unresponsive.

He hurriedly went to check on her, only to find her lying there. She was pallid and completely unconscious.

The so-called statement with the police was a farce.

Edbert cursed excessively.

Upon thinking of the words in the elevator, his face turned sour, "Are you trying to force me, Jean?"

Time passed. Seconds turned into minutes.

Jean observed the man who had been staying in Xena's ward.

She believed that after discovering the ruse, Edbert would leave right away and lose interest in Xena's affairs.

Unexpectedly, he was being careful.

He not only thoroughly discussed Xena's situation with the doctor, but he also offered to fly her out of the country

for medical care.

Rachel Sander stood behind Jean. She donned a hat and mask.

"Mr. Eyer, if he takes Xena abroad, he will definitely murder for personal gains."

There was no doubt about this.

Because Edbert was self-assured enough to maintain his anonymity, he was able to get away with it for so many

years.

He would use a variety of brutal tactics to completely eradicate anybody who knows his secret from this world, in

addition to employing interests to win over the hearts of the greedy.

Only in this way can he sit back and relax.

"He is Xena's guardian now. The doctor has no right to interfere with what he proposes."

Jean stared at the screen in front of him and turned around, "Let's go, the rest is Xena's fate."

"But..."

Rachel Sander's discomfort increased as she observed Xena's sickly face.

Jean stood at the door, "Rachel Sander, they didn't hesitate at all when they attacked you."