Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 550

He wouldn't have stopped if he wasn't worried about her pregnancy.

In the end, Jean was left to rest in the room. Edgar walked around for half an hour before returning to the room.

The person on the bed was sound asleep.

There was some gentleness in his eyes. This was never before seen when he treated others.

When Jean woke up, Julia took care of her in the room.

"Don't look at me like that. I don't know where the Royden fellow went. He got the driver to pick me up in the

morning and instructed me to make you rest properly today before you go for a prenatal examination tomorrow."

"Didn't I go for one just a few days ago?" Jean was suddenly baffled.

Even if Edgar was concerned about the child, he didn't need to...

Upon second thought, another idea appeared in her mind.

"Aunt Julia, can you go out with me?"

As soon as she said it, she saw Julia shaking her head candidly. "No."

Julia turned her down crisply and cleanly. "Although I'm still not satisfied with the Royden fellow, he managed to

grab me a concert ticket. I must help him since he helped me. You won't blame me, right?"

Jean was dumbfounded.

Has she been betrayed by a concert ticket?

Jean gritted her teeth.

She never thought she would have to fight with a concert ticket and be jealous of it.

She thought about it for a while and made her way forward to act coyly. "Don't get the wrong idea, Aunt Julia. I'm

not going to make trouble. I just want to buy something for my child."

"What else do you want to buy?"

Julia's eyes were wide open. "There are three floors to the house. You've filled almost all the empty rooms. Even if

the Royden family is rich, they can't afford it. Quickly rest and stop thinking about impossible things."

There was only one door in the hotel room.

Jean couldn't think of another way to walk around Julia and go out even if she cracked her head.

It seemed like Edgar had anticipated this.

Jean sat quietly on the couch. After a while, her voice was quiet. "Let me be honest with you, Aunt Julia. I'm slightly

worried about him. He might have gone to Royden Group to get this revenge on them."

"Okay."

Julia didn't take it to heart.

Jean's brows furrowed again. "I just want to take a look. I won't meddle in anything."

"But you're meddling just by saying such a thing." Julia finally looked at her in exasperation. "Do you know why your

relationship hasn't been going smoothly?"

Jean was startled. "Because of the hatred from back then."

"No. You're completely wrong."

Julia stood up and drew the curtains. The sunlight outside spilled into the room in that instant.

Jean subconsciously used her hand to block the sun.

But Julia was handing her a sunhat.

"Do you understand? The biggest problem between the two of you is that you are too considerate of each other.

Royden Group didn't go bankrupt in the few years you were separated. Even in jail, no one bullied you to the point

of helplessness."

"Everything you see and worry about is just your assumptions."

"At this time, he needs you to be obedient and stay under his protection. If you love him, you should put down all

your desires and go along with his protection. This is a way of showing love as well."

Jean had been given a talking-to for no good reason.

There was a slightly lonely expression in her eyes.

Julia could naturally see it, but she didn't soften up. "You should reflect on it. You don't have to be responsible for

Edgar or Gigi. What you need to do is follow your path."

"My own... path?" Jean mumbled.

Since trouble befell the Eyer family, she had never considered her standpoint and situation. She had been set on

taking revenge at first. After that, she started thinking of burying the hatchet with Gigi. And now, she was worried

about Edgar.

Other than entering the design competition, she did nothing else for herself.

Even when she was pregnant now.

It seemed as though it had been a long time since she had a seat in her life.

Julia saw that she didn't say anything and sighed secretly. "Jeannie, sometimes when you care about others, you

must think about whether you're happy. Otherwise, people like us who love you will feel bad too."

She couldn't be so strong that she had to carry everything herself.

"You can protect him, but you must accept his protection."

"I understand, Aunt Julia."

While Jean was at home, Edgar was at the office terminating the contracts of seven directors.

They had withdrawn all their resources and capital out of Royden Group. Three of them were senior figures who

had watched the company grow one step at a time when it was first established. It was a relatively significant

amount of profit by now.

But no matter how much Miles persuaded them, they insisted on withdrawing their shares.

They only had one reason when asked.

"We unanimously think Mr. Royden isn't capable of continuing to run the business at this time."

This was the funniest joke Miles had heard all year.

If even Edgar hit a bottleneck in investing, wouldn't it mean that other companies had fewer chances to invest?

But under Edgar's signaling gaze, Miles restrained his impulse to argue with them.

The formalities were settled quickly.

The directors left with smiles.

Before they left, someone warned Edgar. "This generation is still in our hands. Young people must sometimes admit

that they failed to do their duty."

Did he fail to do his duty?

When Miles turned to look, there was a thick layer of ice in his boss' gaze.

"Mr. Royden, everything is done." He stepped back and waited for subsequent instructions.

"Ever since Andy left with the technical team, Royden Group laid off two groups of employees, and these senior

figures withdrew their shares today. The departments will be readjusted, and capital will be reclaimed. We will

participate fully in follow-up partnerships with Oprah Group. The contract has been signed."

Edgar raised his brows. "Make it look good.”

He wouldn't suffer in silence for no reason.

He would've fought them to their deaths if not for Jean's pregnancy.

But now, it wasn't the time to hold a grudge.

"Don't worry, Mr. Royden. I will do everything well."

Miles immediately went off and got busy.

The office resumed its silence. Edgar's cell phone lit up and darkened. He did not want to pick up, but he frowned

when he saw the note that flickered across in a flash.

He picked up his cell phone. It was a text message from Jean.

"I want to eat the salmon that Susan makes tonight. When are you coming back?"

In a blink of an eye, he felt at home. The corners of his mouth curved lightly as he picked up his coat and walked

out.

Those directors hadn't walked far. They saw Edgar drive away casually.

"My vision isn't blurred, is it? How can he smile at a time like this?"