Her Billionaire Husband

After dinner, Troy Ritter drove away. Eleanor Gomez and Veronica Murphy accompanied him to the elevator, watching him enter before returning to Veronica Murphy’s room.

Once inside the room, Eleanor Gomez tossed her crutches aside and hobbled over to the sofa. She reached out and picked up the fruit knife on the table, pressing the button and causing the blade to spring out.

She propped up her plastered leg on the table and began scratching at the cast with the fruit knife. Observing this, Veronica Murphy furrowed her brow and asked, “What are you doing?”

“This thing is so heavy and uncomfortable to wear,” Eleanor Gomez replied. “You have a broken leg, are you out of your mind?”

“Tsk, it’s not a big deal. When I was a child in the hidden clan, I fell off horses every few days. I’ve broken bones countless times. It’s not that significant.”

“Then why did you…” Veronica Murphy reached out and touched her nose, puzzled. “Who were you pretending for?”

Eleanor Gomez continued scratching at the cast with the fruit knife, tilting her head to look at Veronica Murphy. “For your boyfriend.”

Veronica Murphy: “…” What kind of scheme is this?

Swish, swish…

echoed in the living room, one after another,

to the hospital. It wouldn’t be good

“I’m not that foolish.”

the cast. After much effort and

leg, and said, “Tsk tsk, it feels so good without

a moment, suddenly realizing something. She stood in

supposed to be bedridden for a hundred

recovery too

laugh. “I’ve always healed faster than normal people when I was a child. If it weren’t

did they know that it was all an

work. I need to go out

of the living room. Veronica

you if anything comes up,” Eleanor Gomez replied as she walked out of

in the morning, and Veronica Murphy was in a hurry to go to the set, so she