The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

Dazzling sunlight streamed in from the window. The ceiling was snow-white and spotless. The smell of disinfectant in the air was strong.

“I think he’s awake!” Ethan heard Johanna’s excited voice.

Then, he heard Beal’s voice. “I’ll call the doctor. When Janet comes back from getting breakfast, I’m sure she’ll be really happy!”

The doctor came minutes later. He took out a small flashlight and checked Ethan’s pupils.

“He’s awake, which means that he’ll be fine. As for when he should be discharged from the hospital, it’ll depend on the wound’s rate of recovery.”

After the doctor left, Johanna immediately approached Ethan’s bedside and asked worriedly, “How are you feeling? Are you in pain? If you feel any discomfort, I’ll call our private doctor to check on you again.”

Ethan couldn’t believe his ears. Did he suffer from a head injury as well? Why did his mother-in-law suddenly care about him?

Before he could say anything, Beal handed him a glass of water. “I bet you’re thirsty. Here’s some water.”

Ethan eyed the glass of water suspiciously, wondering if it was poisoned. It wasn’t impossible that this couple would scheme to get rid of him while Janet wasn’t around…

cleared her throat and said, “Thank you for saving our beloved daughter. In a way, it’s like you saved the two of us. Now that we’ve finally reunited with Janet, we’d

being sincere. It seemed that they

illusion, Ethan had to close his eyes and

relax until

have some breakfast. I’ll take care of…” With a tray of food in her hands, Janet walked in and looked at Ethan first even though

eyes lit up and she

narrowed his eyes suspiciously and mused, “Your parents were so mean to me before. Why

bowl, and the

me. My mother looked at you under a new light. It was as if you were her own son,” Janet added in a half-joking tone. She scooped up

lips parted slightly to accept the spoonful of

hurt, so be coreful. My mother’s right outside. If she sees you misbehove, she will get ongry ogoin. It wosn’t eosy

serious. “The ceiling of the cinemo wouldn’t

him, but the light in her eyes dimmed slightly. “The motter’s still under investigotion. There’s no conclusive results yet. Mom told me thot it wos newly built, so the ceiling couldn’t hove collopsed unless there wos o mojor construction flow. So it’s oll rother

low voice,

roof to collopse, just like how somebody hod storted the fire