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?

had disregarded her words. If she had been the one carrying out that sentence on

news got out and if it was truly

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

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

placed around as she waited as the

up, Ivy," Regina hissed. "Pick up

kept pacing, her frustration evident until finally,

came through, bright and airy, as though she had just

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

Ivy asked,

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

her end, sitting up straighter in bed. "What news? Why are you yelling

messages? I guess not! The entire town is buzzing. There’s an article—no, multiple articles—going viral accusing you of plotting Eliana’s

silence that

Her fingers, which had been idly brushing her

could anyone know

was small, stunned. But Regina didn’t

You walking in. You walking out. There’s even a quote in there—some ridiculous thing you supposedly said to Eliana while she was unconscious. Sweet dreams, darling. Does that sound familiar

you talking about? Who said that? Who would write something like that about me? Where did this come

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 and had contacted magazines to print this! I swear, you’ve just burned everything we’ve built with this stupid move of

her mother was saying as she picked up her second phone to go through the

through her social media, saw

telling different tales about her. The

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

read all that 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