Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

“Mother, don’t curse me. I shall triumph over this predicament. My gait remains unimpeded. A trifling wound, truly.” Roland’s fervor surged, and he poised to set foot in motion.

“You, my dear and impulsive son, do take a seat.” With immediacy, Delia interceded, her actions a swift arrest of his intent, while her tone carried a reproachful note.

Millie, positioned alongside them, prompted Roland’s gaze.

“Millie, you needn’t remain. My mother shall oversee my recovery “Rest well,” she offered, a benediction before her departure. Millie offered a subtle nod, her affirmation a silent acknowledgment of the situation, Meanwhile, Hans cast a stern gaze in her direction, a glare laden with unspoken queries. Following her exit from the ward, Hans seized the moment to voice his curiosity.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“Speak truthfully now. Has Millie’s husband caused you harm?”

as if preparing for confrontation. Their paths crossed with Marcus along the corridor. Within the ward’s confines, Millie’s presence soon graced their

solidified, drawing a connection between Marcus and

of anger that had initially unsettled him now crystallized into a determined resolve to seek retribution for

thoughts are awry. It’s not him. Moreover, it’s nonsensical. If he had harmed me, he wouldn’t have sent me

who could

stranger, someone unfamiliar to this

Millie emerged, bridging the distance to join Marcus before they exited the hospital together. The furrowed expanse between her eyebrows betrayed a lingering sense of unease,

that it was the combined efforts of Roland and Marcus that had shielded her from a potential tragedy, a realization that weighed heavily on her

ruminations, my dear, Return home and find respite in slumber,”

to Millie’s somber state, Marcus found himself