The Mysterious Billionaire and His Substitute Bride

“Ethan, what’s on your mind?” Janet looked at her gloomy husband questioningly.

Ethan was sitting quietly on the sofa with furrowed brows and a deep-set frown.

“Anything wrong?” Janet pursed her lips worriedly.

“Nothing. It’s just work. I rushed here straight from work when I heard you were in the hospital,” Ethan answered perfunctorily.

“You should go back then. I’ll be fine here.” Janet smiled.

Just then, the door to the ward swung open.

“Janet! Are you feeling better?” Garrett strode in with several bags of tonics. Seeing so many people in the ward, he stopped in his tracks and said sorry.

Bearing gifts, he walked over to Ethan on the sofa.

Garrett’s sharp eyes picked up on Ethan’s gloominess instantly. He lowered his voice and asked, “What’s wrong?”

was in bed, and then looked back at Ethan. “Janet’s fine. What’s with

people in the ward. In a low voice, he said to

door. Once outside, he took out

about me.” Frank’s tone was flat and blunt. Perhaps he was still angry that

my assistant to book you a flight. I need you to come to Barnes right away.” Without saying anything more, he hung up

realized the gravity of the

were as dark and cloudy as the night sky. “The murderer from

to the attending medical staff. “Please draw some of her

at Ethan

frowned and asked, “Why?

didn’t go into any details. He simply walked over to her bedside and stroked her hair gently. “There’s something I just want to

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in Barnes around midnight, and Ethan came

You sounded really serious on the phone earlier,” Frank

and said, “Check if there’s anything suspicious.