Rebirth to Be with My Disabled Husband (or The Ninth Bride)

• Samantha snorted coldly. "How would you justify all of you ganging up to bully my husband if I leave? Let me tell you this. My husband is not poisoned. His body is very healthy, and he is also very young. So, if you want him to step down and make way, I think you might have to wait until you all die! Because my husband will live to be a hundred years old, while as for you, with such malicious hearts, I'm afraid your days are numbered."

• Finley remained silent.

• The shareholders' faces twisted with anger when they heard Samantha's words.

• "Finley, how can your wife be so uncultured? Listen to what she just said. What kind of words are those? Isn't she blatantly cursing us?"

• Finley's lips curled into a mocking smile. "When you all said that I am poisoned and near death, isn't that also a curse?"

forcefully defended themselves. "Finley, you're wrong. The reason why we say you are poisoned is not to curse you but because everyone outside is

Finley remarked sarcastically, "So, you would rather

sitting here perfectly fine, yet you insist on saying he is poisoned and forcing him to give up the position of president. You bunch of old fools have no shame. I really want to find a ruler and measure the

Stop instigating trouble here. The reason we want Finley to step down as president is also for his own good. Even if he is

"Even if my husband's legs are disabled, what does that have to do with him giving up the position of president? He is only disabled in his legs, not

a president with crippled legs, and we certainly don't want everyone to mock our president as an ugly and useless cripple every time they mention

• D*mn it!

these old men launching a personal