Goodbye My Arrogant Ex (Marguerite and Leonard) novel Chapter 319

“Grandma knows you both mean well, and I’m sure you’ve spent plenty of time worrying about me. But look at me—I’m doing just fine, aren’t I? As long as I keep taking my medication, I’ll only get better.”

“Come on now, walk with me in the garden for a bit. I haven’t stepped outside in days, and I’d really like to feel the fresh air.”

The two of them strolled out together. As they chatted quietly, Edith suddenly marched up behind them, Aaron trailing close at her heels.

“Marguerite, what exactly are you up to?” Edith’s voice was sharp, her glare unwavering. “Are you just waiting for Mrs. Murphy to die? I heard you want to put her through some kind of surgery. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is for her at her age? What’s going on in that head of yours? Don’t think I don’t see what you’re after.”

“She left you the inheritance, so now you’re just itching for her to drop dead, is that it? That way you can claim everything for yourself. How can you be so heartless, coming into our family and acting like you belong here?”

Marguerite was stunned by Edith’s outburst, momentarily lost for words. Mrs. Murphy, who’d been in such good spirits just moments before, paled; her hand went to her chest and her breathing grew shallow.

“Edith, that’s enough,” Marguerite said, trying to keep her voice steady. “Everything we’re doing is out of genuine concern for Grandma. If you care about her so much, what have you done to help her through this illness?”

Marguerite genuinely didn’t want to argue, especially not in front of Mrs. Murphy. Fighting would only upset her more and solve nothing—and it was clear reason wouldn’t get through to them anyway.

“Clean up the messes you’ve made in your own life and stop bringing trouble into our family. That’s the only help we need from you.”

Edith’s words grew nastier with every sentence, her contempt impossible to ignore.

Finally, Mrs. Murphy had had enough. “Will you two stop already? What exactly are you trying to do?” she demanded, her voice trembling with anger. “They’re only trying to help me. I may be old, but I know perfectly well who truly cares about me. The ones wishing I were dead are you two, not them.”