Substitute Wife For The Blind CEO

Chapter 120: Who Could That Be?

Regina Quinn’s morning began like any other—coffee in her favorite porcelain cup, a silk robe tied neatly at her waist, and the business section of the daily newspaper spread across the long marble kitchen island.

The gentle hum of classical music played in the background as she scrolled through her tablet, checking emails and news alerts.

She had just taken a sip of her still-hot espresso when the first headline popped up on the corner of the screen.

"EXCLUSIVE: Billionaire’s Wife, Ivy Winter’s Suspected in Best Friend’s Accident—Sources Say It Was No Coincidence."

Regina’s fingers froze mid-scroll. Her cup clinked sharply against the counter as she placed it down, her eyes narrowing at the bold letters.

"What in the world is this nonsense?" she muttered under her breath, quickly tapping the headline.

The article opened to a photo of Ivy—elegant as always, walking into Zeden General Hospital with her signature oversized sunglasses and composed look. But beneath the photo, the words were anything but composed.

"Sources claim the billionaire’s wife was seen visiting Eliana Howells—the woman hospitalized after a mysterious accident two nights ago—only to deliver a chilling, threatening message to her unconscious friend. The visit, described by a witness, raises questions about Ivy’s motives and her ties to the shocking incident..."

Regina blinked as she read through. This couldn’t be happening. Not now. Why now? What would Stefan think when he sees this? Who on earth sold this news? How did they even know about this?

Her blood boiling with both anger and frustration, she read it again. And again. Her mouth hung open, the breath leaving her lungs in a short gasp as she reached for her phone with trembling fingers.

"This—this can’t be happening..." she breathed. fre ewe bnove l.com

Another headline popped up just below the first one.

"’Sweet Dreams, Darling’: Ivy Winter’s Alleged Words to Hospitalized Friend Before Leaving Room." f\r(e)ewe.b no\vel.com

Before she could even think about that more, two more headlines popped up and they were still related to the hospital issue. Who had sold this news? Was it even real? Ivy saying those things? Had she really made a mess of the situation?

the one carrying out that sentence on Eliana, all these wouldn’t be happening right

if

sound and stood so fast her chair screeched backward. Her silk robe swished violently as she stormed through the room, phone clutched tightly in her hand, dialing Ivy’s number with rage tightening every muscle

could she have let this happen? What was going to happen to their stocks? There’s no doubt that this was going to affect their company negatively. She thought, making a mental note to call her brother and find out the damage the news was doing to the company and how

waited as the line rang

up, Ivy," Regina hissed.

her frustration evident until finally, the line

bright and airy, as though she had just gotten out of

Ivy could finish her next breath. "What in the name of God is

"Excuse me?" Ivy asked, her tone dipping into

shouted, waving her tablet even though Ivy couldn’t see it. "The news, Ivy! Have you seen it?!

sitting up straighter in bed. "What news? Why are you

articles—going viral accusing you of plotting Eliana’s accident. They say you orchestrated it as revenge for her getting too close

silence that

heart skipped a beat. Her fingers, which had been idly brushing her

How could anyone

small, stunned.

ridiculous thing you supposedly said to Eliana while she was unconscious. Sweet dreams, darling. Does that sound familiar to you? Because it damn well sounds like something you’d

are you talking about? Who said that? Who would write something like that about me? Where did this come from? It was something I said to Eliana while I went there. We were the only ones there abd

mistake? I told you to be discreet so how could you go about revealing what you did that way even though to an unconscious Eliana? Who knows? Perhaps she wasn’t unconscious at all

wasn’t listening to anything her mother was saying as she picked up her second phone

stomach twisted as she clicked through her social media, saw the notifications flooding in—hundreds of messages,

blog telling different tales about her.

read what little she could read as her heart raced, her body temperature going up a little that she could feel her skin

was being said and how it seemed as though that person had been with her in the room. Her hand flew to her mouth. The tablet slipped from her grasp, crashing