Wait, She’s a Billionaire by Ms. Shadow

Chapter 707

Thankfully, the photo was still there. Romello probably had not discovered that she had taken the picture from the study.

Phoebe explained, “I was just curious, especially since Mom is there. I haven’t seen her yet, so I wanted to take a look.”

Romello sighed. “Forget it. I won’t punish you this time, but no more next time. There are rules in This house, and since you’re back, you need to follow them, understand?”

“Understood.”

Romello stood up and adjusted his military uniform collar, his tone casual as he said, “You were startled last night. Get some more sleep. I’ll have them bring food later.”

“Wait a minute,” Phoebe grabbed his sleeve, looking up at him. “Before I passed out last night, someone seemed to hit me on the head with something and wanted to strangle me, saying I shouldn’t live in this world. Was that… Mom?”

Romello sat back down and patted her shoulder. His tone softened as he comforted her, “No, it was not, and no one wanted to strangle you. Your forehead injury was from slipping and hitting the table corner. Perhaps you were too frightened last night and imagined it. Don’t overthink it.”

“But…”

That feeling was too real, and she was perfectly conscious last night.

How could it be her imagination?

“No ‘buts‘. When it happened, Mom was still asleep. When the servant went up to clean the room this. morning, she found you fainted in the study.”

Was that really the case?

dream brought on by her high levels of

not entirely convinced and asked, “So, when can I

hints of sorrow

she didn’t want to infect you. It might take a few days, but you’ll see her at

can take care of her. My immune system

now, and it’s when your resistance is at its lowest.” Romello narrowed his eyes, and he emphasized solemnly, “Now that you’re back as a Nicholls, you have to obey the

gave up, nodding

Chapter 707

few more instructions, he left

out of bed and walked to the mirror

from her.

from a faint stinging sensation, there

all because

it! Sheena’s situation is

pocket

to the injury on her forehead, Romello

No matter what

would not allow it. He even confiscated her phone, insisting she focus on resting.

helpless, was forcefully confined

up with their busy schedules, and time seemed to pass by even faster.

day of the trial.