The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Patrick doubted Ethan would be so kind, but he was utterly exhausted and desperate. "Ethan, what more do you want? I don't want to play any games with you anymore."

"It's not up to you," Ethan answered simply, resting his chin on the back of his hand. "As you know, your family is on the verge of collapse. One push and it'll all come crumbling down."

Ethan paused for a few seconds and frowned at Patrick. "But if you turn yourself in, admit to the police and the public that you raped and then slandered my mother, and apologize to her in front of her tomb, I will let you and your family go."

Patrick's expression changed.

If he did this, his reputation would be ruined and irredeemable. Patrick had enjoyed a certain level of prestige all these years and it'd undoubtedly be a huge shame for him to apologize to a woman he had never taken seriously.

He had only ever touched Sylvia Larson because she was beautiful, nothing more.

Sylvia was born in a rich family. When she was in school, many boys had chased after her, but she rejected all of them, including Patrick.

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to take on a job as a waitress

Lester Group reached its peak under his leadership. When they met again under such a circumstance, Patrick wanted Sylvia to be his mistress. Although she looked harmless enough, she was actually a

she worked at. Afterwards, he attempted to silence

reputation, so he lied to the public and claimed that Sylvia had seduced him. After all, he was rich and powerful, and there were many women who

probably didn't abort the child because she was afraid that she might not be able to conceive again in the future, so she

Lester family and hadn't

rose from the ashes to avenge

to the public,

jail, you'll have another chance to start anew. But if you don't admit what you did, I'll make sure you live a miserable life. I won't stop until the Lester family, which has been around for hundreds of years, is completely destroyed—and you'll have no one to blame but yourself. Like I said,

and suddenly looked much older. The chandelier hanging