The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet’s frame rigidified as Johanna led her away.

Right as Johanna reached for the office door, Janet was jolted from her trance, her steps suddenly ceasing. Johanna, puzzled, swiveled around to find Janet frozen.

"Janet, what’s keeping you? Let’s not dawdle; perhaps the doctor can quickly rectify this." "Ease up, Mom."

Janet clung to Johanna, straining to regain her composure, and posed her question with an edge of doubt, "How did you come to know about my alleged infertility?" Johanna’s anxious demeanor and the firmness in her voice suggested a trustworthy informant.

Yet, hadn’t Brandon’s demeanor the previous evening suggested that he was the one with the fertility issue? Janet rapidly replayed her recent interaction with Brandon, _ scrutinizing his every understated gesture. After some time, she understood that Brandon had never directly acknowledged the origin of the issue.

She had prematurely assumed that Brandon was suffering a side effect from being drugged by Charis that could impact fertility.

Could she be the one grappling with fertility issue? This notion led to Janet’s knees buckling, and she tottered backward a few steps. "Watch your step!"

Johanna, fortunately, was swift enough to catch her before she tumbled.

"It’s me…"

Janet trembled, her voice a bare whisper.

am the one who’s

guided her to sit on the couch, her

had the vacant look of a puppet, her gaze unseeing, locked onto some

"Mom, I’m alright."

a smile that looked more painful than soothing and queried, "How did you stumble upon this?" Having been framed several times, Janet’s instinctual radar was up; she detected an oddity in Johanna’s information source. The fact that she was oblivious to her condition until now spoke volumes about Brandon’s skill in concealing it. Johanna’s brows furrowed as she dredged up her

ago, an anonymous individual reached out

but demanded an astronomical nine-figure

Janet’s

you dig into it?" Johanna shook her head, voicing her mystification, "Post the call,

drew a

7 Janet’s brows crinkled.

for his claims, did you?" Johanna was quick to retort, "I wouldn’t readily accept a stranger’s

initial thought was that he was a scammer, trying to defraud us with false

ensured our

Frank has indeed been delving into infertility cases lately." As she relayed the findings, Johanna noted Janet’s

you’re the one with the issue, but last night our people unearthed