My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Jocelyn suffered from serious injuries and was admitted to the hospital the next day,

Charis heard the news from her father.

When Charis went downstairs, she saw her father in the dining room, having dinner alone. The man seldom came

home, and she was surprised to see him “What happened, Dad? Why didn’t you go on a date with your girlfriend

today?” “Jocelyn is in the hospital,” Luke answered nonchalantly, “What happened to her? And what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at the hospital with her?” Charis asked curiously “Well, I asked her what happened, but she is reluctant to tell me. If you have the time, why don’t you go and visit her?” Luke wiped his mouth and stood up from the table. He didn’t have time to worry about such trivial issues. Jocelyn was a mere plaything to him. Yes, he hadn’t lost interest in her yet, but that didn’t mean he cared about the

members of the Turner family all shared one characteristic: they never cared about the feelings of insignificant people. Charis called Jocelyn and finally learned

time. Charis would have been less resentful if Jocelyn at

use of

bought a get-well gift basket, and went to the hospital to see Jocelyn. “Dad is also worried about you. He asked me to check on you.” She placed the basket on the table and secretly examined Jocelyn’s face. She looked weak and haggard. Her legs and arms were wrapped in gauze. There were faint, purple hickeys on her neck. Charis grabbed Jocelyn’s hand and sighed. “How could Janet be so cruel to let them torture you this way?” Fresh tears streamed down Jocelyn’s cheeks. “Does Mr. Turner know about what happened to me?” “No. How can I tell my father about it? It will ruin your reputation.” Charis sat on the bed beside her with a pitiful look on her face. “You don’t know how cruel

spoke as if this was never her

didn’t think she was

to deal with such a vindictive