My Substitute Wife Is a Bigwig (Lily and Loid)

Chapter 192

Then, an old man walked down the stairs. He was holding a cane, and his steps were a little unsteady, but he still started walking faster.

“Is Loid back? Come quickly and let me look at you. I haven’t seen you in months. I miss you so much.”

The old man was Loid’s grandfather, Arthur Laurier. He was 70 years old. His face was full of wrinkles, and his head of hair was almost completely ashen.

He walked over to Loid and held his hand. Tears of happiness welled up in his eyes. “This is great. Your illness is finally cured. Finally, you’ve recovered to your former appearance.”

“Hi, Grandpa,” Loid said softly.

Lily could tell that Loid didn’t sound annoyed when he was talking with Arthur. There was a hint of politeness and respect in his tone.

Arthur was probably the only person in the family other than his parents he would treat with such respect.

you bring your fiancée home? Where is she?

looked around the house. In the end, his gaze landed on

at Lily, and she walked over to them. Then, she greeted Arthur politely, “Hi, Mr. Laurier

sure is pretty. Loid, you’re so lucky to marry such a pretty lady.” Arthur was quite fond of Lily. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels

members of the Laurier family exchanged glances in secret.

from the countryside. She’s an ignoramus. She also often gets into fights and skips classes. Her

truth, everyone in the family knew who Lily was when she walked in with Loid. They had already looked into her background before Loid even arrived in Bridgeport.

to her a while before was because they were presenting a united front. None of them felt the need to speak to a country bumpkin. They didn’t think they needed to

was present, too. They all knew Joanne was there to talk about a marriage between the two families again. That was why they wouldn’t show Lily any kindness while Joanne

she’s from the countryside?” Arthur’s expression turned sour

countryside, too. His hard work laid the foundation for the

humbled publicly, so her expression was a little sullen. But she still didn’t dare

standing is too insignificant. She’s

her a cold glance. “She’s Loid’s fiancée, not yours. It’s fine as long as he’s happy with

“I…”

at her dismissively. “Alright, that’s enough. Loid has just come home. I don’t want