The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 960 Vivian’s Scheme

Seeing that her words wouldn’t get through to Lydia in her current state, Janet walked out of the ward. When the door clicked shut, Lydia covered her face and broke into sobs.

In truth, Lydia knew that there was truth behind Janet’s words. The memory of Jethro picking up the money like crazy and running away was still vivid.

Her husband was not a good man. Before Lydia had gotten pregnant, there were more days than not that Jethro’s heavy hand made her b*ody its target. The abuse only stopped when she found out that she was carrying a baby. Jethro restrained himself then.

And yet, despite the suffering she had endured from him, a part of her still screamed that he didn’t deserve to die the way he did in Brandon’s hands. No matter what kind of criminal he was, Jethro was still her daughter’s father. Lydia had always been soft— so much that some people might even call her a coward.

She was a quiet, servile woman who had always heeded her husband’s beck and call. Perhaps it was also because she depended on him for everything. Now that he was gone, she, too, had lost any semblance of direction.

Lydia looked down at her daughter and closed her eyes in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks.

uttered to the child in

blissfully innocent and uncomprehending, waved her tiny hands and babbled at

step

her despairing thoughts by the ringing from her phone. She looked at the screen, her brows furrowing at the

was Brandon

visit to the hospital. Janet didn’t answer the call, afraid that Brandon would question her. She put the phone back inside her bag and pretended not to hear

her. The stranger felt familiar for some reason. Janet was about to take a second look, but she bumped into a man who was

woman! Don’t you have eyes? You knocked my phone to the ground!” the man

up the phone, and then handed it to him. When she looked

just seeing things? The woman’s side profile seemed to resemble

against the wall as she gasped for breath. She then gingerly poked her head out from her hiding place

from the corner. She

Janet wasn’t

one step ahead. She had already paid someone to pretend to be an employee from Jethro’s factory and tell Lydia that her husband was killed by Brandon before Janet could get to her. It was easy enough to