Married a Secret Billionaire

The doors for the wards here were made of special materials. There was an iron door behind a door, and a specialized nurse guarded each ward.

Cordelia remembered how flustered she was when her mother first got sick. In the end, it was her neighbors who helped her bring her here. At that time, when Cordelia saw this prison-like door, she had assumed she would never see her mother again and had cried out helplessly.

“Xyla!” The nurse opened the door and walked over to the woman with a smile on her face. She wrung a hot towel out and placed it on the hand of the woman sitting in the wheelchair. “Good news. Your daughter is here to see you again.”

Cordelia placed the things on the table, and the nurse left afterward, leaving both of them in the ward.

Cordelia picked up a comb and slowly combed through her mother’s hair.

Her mother used to have a delicate face and a head of black hair. Even though she was sick, she was still as beautiful as always. People her age might not look as beautiful as her.

Cordelia smiled and helped her mother to pin her hair with a hairpin.

“Mom, look.” She gave her the mirror and said, “Do you like this hairstyle?”

Xyla’s eyes flickered. She looked at herself in the mirror and raised her head to look at Cordelia.

“You are… Lia?”

Marcus’ face was filled with confidence, and his eyes were glowing when talking about Cordelia.

as other women. She is more capable than you think

the middle of the audience, so she can watch how her man is beating the crap

would be very proud of him and think he was her

with happiness, and he was grinning triumphantly from ear to ear as the thought surfaced in

pulled the door open and rushed back to his

regaining his senses, he looked at Robert

was gone, they did not have to pretend anymore. They

here, yet you acted like

nothing we can do!” Robert laughed. “Couldn’t you see his face? It was so dark that I thought he was going to kill

wine. He thought for a while and said, “Let’s wish for his success in the

in the private room, a sneaky figure was outside. He craned his neck and looked around before hiding behind the pillar and pulling his phone out. With

“Well…” He stammered.

VIP member of the bar. No one else was allowed to enter his private room, so no one else knew what

Oliver said in exasperation. “Did

the private room, I vaguely heard

hung up the call. He fell silent for a moment before asking

…

visited the mental health hospital in the afternoon. When the nurse saw her, she

here to visit your mother