The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 572

And yet, despite the suffering she had endured from him, a part of her still screamed that he didn’t deserve to die the way he did in Brandon’s hands. No matter what kind of criminal he was, Jethro was still her daughter’s father. Lydia had always been soft— so much that some people might even call her a coward.

She was a quiet, servile woman who had always heeded her husband’s beck and call. Perhaps it was also because she depended on him for everything. Now that he was gone, she, too, had lost any semblance of direction.

Lydia looked down at her daughter and closed her eyes in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, darling…” she slowly uttered to the child in her arms.

The baby, blissfully innocent and uncomprehending, waved her tiny hands and babbled at her mother.

Natalie’s heart sank deeper with every step she took away from the ward.

She was pulled out of her despairing thoughts by the ringing from her phone. She looked at the screen, her brows furrowing at the caller ID.

Why was Brandon calling her?

Sean must have told him about her visit to the hospital. Natalie didn’t answer the call, afraid that Brandon would question her. She put the phone back inside her bag and pretended not to hear anything.

Just as she walked out the hospital gate, a woman wearing a blue baseball cap brushed past her. The stranger felt familiar for some reason. Natalie was about to take a second look, but she bumped into a man who was walking towards her.

Don’t you have eyes? You knocked my phone to the

sorry.” Natalie apologized and picked up the phone, and then handed it to him. When she looked back again, the woman

The woman’s side profile

as she gasped for breath. She then gingerly poked her head out from her hiding place to

out from the corner. She had

forlorn look on Natalie’s face. It could only mean that Natalie wasn’t able to persuade

paid someone to pretend to be an employee from Jethro’s factory and tell Lydia that her

to her. It was easy enough to make up a story where Brandon had bribed the police to shoot Jethro

everything like a

this much of

can’t fix.” Before entering the room, Vivian touched

was simple. She would make Lydia to change her mind later and then take

stepped inside the

She looked at her new visitor. The woman wore bold make up, and a strong scent of perfume came from her. Lydia’s

following this woman. She

her baby closer. “Who

here to help you.” Vivian always had a smile on her face, to

walked right in. She held Lydia’s hand kindly, saying, “As long as you make everything clear for Brandon at the press conference, I can

for no reason. Maybe Vivian’s pungent perfume had