Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

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Loosening his tie, Marcus settled into a large chair. “Conceal all the schedules for today,” he instructed, his voice heavy with command.

“Yes, sir,” Derek responded promptly, acknowledging Marcus’ directive.

Derek quickly carried out Marcus’ instructions. Afterward, he cautiously inquired,

“Mr. Thomas, may I ask why you’re not allowing Mrs. Thomas to go to the hospital?”

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The sentiments harbored by Mrs. Thomas towards him were likely those of resentment.

Marcus’ gaze shifted to the rainy scene outside the window, his thoughts unspoken.

Derek’s understanding was evident as he grasped Marcus’ intentions to shield Celeste from the rain’s harshness.

In Marcus’ mind, he grappled with the complexity of the situation. His trust in Celeste’s innocence wavered against Millie’s conviction.

While Celeste might not have been a paragon of virtue, neither could she be labeled as malevolent. Her nature did not veer into the realms of cruelty capable of extinguishing lives.

However, Millie held an unshakable conviction that the deed had been committed by none other than Celeste.

Amidst the surroundings, Marcus lifted a document, affording it a momentary perusal before gently setting it back down.

“Mquire about her grandmother’s well-being,” he said.

Derek conveyed with unswerving honesty, “I took the initiative to contact the physician for an update. The situation is dire. The tumor within her cerebral expanse has worsened, and her current condition is perilous—there exists a possibility she might not regain consciousness.”

In a dimly lit corner, Bria’s voice carried itself to Rhea in a hushed discourse about the unfolding circumstances.

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“What? You urgedto seize a chance to reveal to Millie that her grandmother’s predicament wasn’t orchestrated by Celeste but rather by your own hand. Why?”

Upon catching the conversational drift on the other side of the phone line, Bria’s epiphany arrived abruptly.

“Miss Evans, your astuteness is truly commendable. There’s no need for concern. I have a plan in mind.”

The conclusion of the call marked Bria’s discreet exit from her concealed location.

As twilight descended, within the confines of the study, Marcus elevated himself from his seat and drew back the curtains. Rainfall had abated slightly, yet the canopy above retained its overcast shroud. Engulfed in contemplation, Marcus dispensed a directive.

“Open the door.”

Without delay, Derek seized the key and embarked on an ascent to the upper floor.

The door creaked open.

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