My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The waiting game was always the hardest.

Ethan sat with Janet in one of the corridors of the hospital.

It was mid-January by then and still a bit cold. Johanna wore a dark green maxi dress with a white cashmere coat on top. Her eyes kept darting between Janet and the man next to her as they waited.

Brandon Larson. She had seen his face in their wedding photos on the news, but she didn’t like him very můch. Brandon was indeed a handsome man, but Johanna didn’t think that was a good thing. Rich, good-looking men more often than not turned out to be playboys. And Brandon was rich, handsome, and successful. He had to be a scheming person, right?

On the other hand, Janet was a kind and lovely girl. She could easily have been played by Brandon.

But now that she, Johanna, was here for Janet, she would never let Brandon bully Janet.

Ethan could sense the hostility in Johanna’s eyes whenever she looked at him, but considering how she might be his mother-in-law, he could only politely nod to her. Whenever their eyes met, it was hard to tell which one of them was the dominant one. Soon, a man with glasses and in his mid-fifties arrived. He looked like a well-read gentleman.

“Jo, I’m sorry I’m late. Traffic was so heavy on the way here.” The man wiped the sweat on his forehead and apologized sincerely. He wasn’t that handsome.

In fact, he looked pretty plain. But his eyes were bright and had a certain look of wisdom to them.

Although she was scolding him, her

as this? I’ll

swear to God that I left early! Can you not punish me today? You just punished me recently…” The man tugged at the corner of Johanna’s clothes like

Beal white, a business whiz in

recognized his eyes–because they looked exactly like hers. While

he felt that Janet had the exact same temperament as Johanna’s. And he had also

and walked up

be Janet, am I right? Nice to finally meet

you too, Mr.

nervous. Ethan had just managed to calm her down, but now,

How old are you? You should’ve graduated from college by now, right? Where

he kept firing questions at her, one after another. Seeing the way Brandon’s arm was tightly

do you

clue what Janet saw in her

a chance to talk. Seeing that Janet looked

before you ask more questions!” Beal scratched the back of his head