Substitutee Marriage: Fallingg For My Ugly Wifee

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With that enigmatic proclamation, Fiona relinquished her hold on Millie, allowing herself to tumble down the steps.

“Fiona.” Leon bore witness to the spectacle and promptly emerged from the car.

Millie was momentarily caught off guard.

“Fiona.” Leon hurried over, helping Fiona to her feet.

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Fiona winced in pain, her gaze partially veiled. “It hurts, Millie… She pushed me.”

Millie stood rooted. She had not shoved Fiona; Fiona had purposefully orchestrated her own fall.

Leon’s penetrating stare swiveled towards Millie, its intensity piercing her to the core. A pang of anguish surged through her at that gaze. Fiona had triumphed; for riches and prestige, she was willing to wager her very life.

Millie had woefully underestimated the lengths to which a woman would go to fulfil her ambitions.

“I’ll rush you to the hospital immediately. Hold on.”

Having settled Fiona in the car, Leon redirected his attention towards Millie.

“Millie, you’re merciless. Your reckoning awaits.”

“I didn’t exert force on her. Her fall was self-initiated.”

Leon paid her no heed, pivoting swiftly and driving away. The trail of dust raised by the departing car left Millie feeling disoriented and adrift.

Fiona was whisked away to the hospital for treatment, with Leon remaining faithfully by her side.

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His aide handled the administrative formalities and eventually tracked down Leon.

“Sir, all the paperwork has been processed.”

Upon learning of Fiona’s injury, the aide’s sympathy remained notably absent. To him, Fiona’s innocence was a facade; she was akin to a parasite, latching onto Leon for her personal gain.

“it’s lunchtime. Shall we grab a meal?”

Leon’s gaze flitted towards the still unconscious Fiona in the hospital room, his affirmation subtle yet affirmative.

Seated at a restaurant, the aide noticed the somber cast to Leon’s countenance and presumed his concern for Fiona still lingered.

In an effort to console him, the aide ventured, “Sir, fret not. She won’t meet her demise.”

“Demise? It appears you truly don’t hold much fondness for her.” Leon’s fork momentarily stopped.

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