Billionaire Lost to His Surrogate In A Love Game

"Take it easy, Madeleine. I will take care of it myself."

"Come on, Ophelia! You need my help fighting against her. You're always being too nice with others, and niceness sometimes does not bring you a palatable outcome."

Ophelia offered a sigh and said, "I'm not being nice to her, and I'm just unprepared for those photographs. Don't worry, and I will talk to her."

Looking at her, Madeleine asked suspiciously, "Are you really going to work on that?"

Ophelia nodded.

"Fine. Just do what you want, and I won't intervene. But remember: whenever you're in hardship, talk to me, and I will spare no effort to help you." Madeleine said.

Ophelia took her hands and said sincerely, "Thank you, Madeleine. I'm glad that you're always by my side no matter how hard it is."

Madeleine gave her a blank look and said, "What're you talking about, you little fool? Stop being sentimental, get some rest and make sure your baby is safe. Remember: no one could ever get you hurt except for yourself. Even if Chamers Family is really going to drive you away, you will still have me, and together, we shall bring up the little guy."

Gratitude and affections for Madeleine was crammed inside of Ophelia. Their friendship was still as strong and tough as the old days, and it was lucky for her to still have this one standing behind while others misunderstood her.

discharge formalities a while later, Madeleine. I shall go back to work, since I'm still a rookie in my company. My colleagues may gossip about

 looked at her incredibly, "Have you lost you mind,

priority, and I just don't want others to regard me as a weak and less competent

blame for dragging you into such a dilemma. I suggest that you should stop getting involved with him and quit that low-paid job as soon as possible." Madeleine said in anger, "Let's just do it now. I'm going to phone your superior and

"Please don't, Madeleine."

me, Ophelia. I'm wondering whether you're caring about the job, or actually the asshole

like to be a designer.

"OK, I gave up. But you have to stay in the hospital today, or I will call Tassach directly and get you fired from his company. His phone number is still the same, and I

of hesitation, Ophelia nodded

via phone. After a while, she went back to the room with a bowl of porridge and

one day leave. That asshole has asked me about your situation, and I've told him the truth: you're sent to the hospital, and your husband is the one to

you don't have to treat him in that way,

blank look and answered, "So, you're

with a helpless smile, "You know that's not what