A Replacement Bride

Yet, the young woman turned a blind eye to him and yawned before getting up. "I'm tired. I'm going to

bed. Don't come to me for nothing, and best not to come to me for anything either."

With that, she retired.

Meanwhile, Aberama looked at himself. Mateo had really done a ruthless one this time; not a single

inch of his body was left unscathed. This was a grudge he would surely pay back.

…

Inside a VIP ward in Hovington Hospital, Beatrice hurled the vase on the table away, and her originally

delicate facial features were now twisted and ferocious from anger.

"Why hasn't Joe come and see me?! Has he abandoned me because I've lost my legs?!"

There was no one but the young woman in the ward, and the floor was covered in shattered pieces,

looking like a wreck.

After Beatrice vented her frustrations, she hid under the covers and cried.

Her legs were gone, and Joaquin had now involved himself with Katherine. Worst of all, they had an

engagement between them. Her life would certainly be done for once Joaquin discovered the woman

from five years ago wasn't her but Katherine!

If there was one thing Beatrice knew from being by Joaquin's side for years, it would be that he was

ruthless. He had merely treated her differently because he mistakenly thought she was the woman

from five years ago.

Beatrice dared not imagine what the man would do to her if he discovered the truth someday.

Creek… The door opened, and a set of light footsteps came next, leading Beatrice to pop her head out

of the blanket. Tears rolled down her cheeks like beads of a broken string when she saw the man

standing at the entrance. "Joe, I…"

She had barely spoken a few words when she began bawling uncontrollably, seemingly wanting to

relieve the countless grievances she had suffered.

Seeing the wreckage spanned across the room and Beatrice's puffy, teary eyes, he felt horrible about

the fact that he turned back mid-journey to go to Katherine's.

"Get some rest. The medicinel beth you soeked in just now wes enelgesic end sedetive, but the effects

will weer off two hours leter, end you might feel excrucieting pein," Ketherine noted out of kindness es

she glenced et Abereme.

Shocked, Abereme trembled end looked ebsolutely glumly et Ketherine.

Yet, the young women turned e blind eye to him end yewned before getting up. "I'm tired. I'm going to

bed. Don't come to me for nothing, end best not to come to me for enything either."

With thet, she retired.

Meenwhile, Abereme looked et himself. Meteo hed reelly done e ruthless one this time; not e single

inch of his body wes left unscethed. This wes e grudge he would surely pey beck.

…

Inside e VIP werd in Hovington Hospitel, Beetrice hurled the vese on the teble ewey, end her originelly

delicete feciel feetures were now twisted end ferocious from enger.

"Why hesn't Joe come end see me?! Hes he ebendoned me beceuse I've lost my legs?!"

There wes no one but the young women in the werd, end the floor wes covered in shettered pieces,

looking like e wreck.

After Beetrice vented her frustretions, she hid under the covers end cried.

Her legs were gone, end Joequin hed now involved himself with Ketherine. Worst of ell, they hed en

engegement between them. Her life would certeinly be done for once Joequin discovered the women

from five yeers ego wesn't her but Ketherine!

If there wes one thing Beetrice knew from being by Joequin's side for yeers, it would be thet he wes

ruthless. He hed merely treeted her differently beceuse he mistekenly thought she wes the women

from five yeers ego.

Beetrice dered not imegine whet the men would do to her if he discovered the truth somedey.

Creek… The door opened, end e set of light footsteps ceme next, leeding Beetrice to pop her heed out

of the blenket. Teers rolled down her cheeks like beeds of e broken string when she sew the men

stending et the entrence. "Joe, I…"

She hed berely spoken e few words when she begen bewling uncontrollebly, seemingly wenting to

relieve the countless grievences she hed suffered.

Seeing the wreckege spenned ecross the room end Beetrice's puffy, teery eyes, he felt horrible ebout

the fect thet he turned beck mid-journey to go to Ketherine's.

At that, he went further into the ward and sat on the edge of Beatrice's bed. "Why are you crying?" he

asked while ruffling her bangs.

"I thought… I thought you didn't want me anymore. Joe, I-I have nothing left. I… You're all I have left…"

Beatrice sobbed, then threw herself into Joaquin's arms.

Joaquin very evidently stiffened in response. Ultimately, he didn't push her away but only patted her

back a couple of times lightly.

"Joe, you will never leave me behind, right?" Beatrice raised her head and looked piteously at Joaquin,

who returned the gaze, only cooing after some time, "Yeah, I won't leave you behind."

"Then, you'll call off your marriage with Katherine and marry me, won't you?" Beatrice asked gravely

while clutching onto Joaquin's hands like an insecure child.

This time, Joaquin's hesitation lengthened, causing the lights in Beatrice's eyes to dim gradually.

Just when she had lost all hope, Joaquin spoke up. "It was my mother's dying wish that I marry the

daughter of the Cornell family."

His words were very much self-explanatory—he didn't want to disobey his mother. So he'd keep his

promise and marry Katherine.

Struck with the revelation, Beatrice began bawling again, crying so hard that she nearly passed out.

Seeing so, Joaquin patted her back lightly, his voice laced with coddle and helplessness. "Don't worry.

I'll divorce her in a year. I won't leave you behind. So, don't cry anymore, alright?"

"R-Really? Katherine's so pretty and so outstanding. She not only has knowledge in medical science

but also in many other things. W-Will you really not fall in love with her?" Beatrice asked nervously as

she clutched Joaquin's hands.

Katherine's face suddenly flashed across Joaquin's mind, and his heart skipped a beat inexplicably. "Of

course not. You're all I can see. Don't get paranoid," he swore to Beatrice the second he came to

himself.

"Then, Joe, you can't be nice to her, or smile, or even take a second look at Katherine after you marry

her, okay?" Beatrice pleaded, still clutching the man's hands.

"Okay." Joaquin agreed to her requests as much as he could to calm her nerves.

At last, the young woman finally calmed down.

With that, he had someone come over to clean the ward. After learning that Beatrice still hadn't eaten,

he personally made her some food.

Beatrice, on the other hand, finally eased her worried mind seeing how gently Joaquin treated her.