Chapter 1355 Cruel Truth
The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
Janetâs frame rigidified as Johanna led her away.
Right as Johanna reached for the office door, Janet was jolted from her trance, her steps suddenly
ceasing. Johanna, puzzled, swiveled around to find Janet frozen.
"Janet, whatâs keeping you? Letâs not dawdle; perhaps the doctor can quickly rectify this." "Ease up,
Mom."
Janet clung to Johanna, straining to regain her composure, and posed her question with an edge of
doubt, "How did you come to know about my alleged infertility?" Johannaâs anxious demeanor and the
firmness in her voice suggested a trustworthy informant.
Yet, hadnât Brandonâs demeanor the previous evening suggested that he was the one with the fertility
issue? Janet rapidly replayed her recent interaction with Brandon, _ scrutinizing his every understated
gesture. After some time, she understood that Brandon had never directly acknowledged the origin of
the issue.
She had prematurely assumed that Brandon was suffering a side effect from being drugged by Charis
that could impact fertility.
Could she be the one grappling with fertility issue? This notion led to Janetâs knees buckling, and she
tottered backward a few steps. "Watch your step!"
Johanna, fortunately, was swift enough to catch her before she tumbled.
"Itâs meâ¦"
Janet trembled, her voice a bare whisper.
"I am the one whoâs flawedâ¦"
Noticing Janetâs pallor, Johanna gently guided her to sit on the couch, her voice laced with worry.
"Janet, are you feeling alright?" Janet had the vacant look of a puppet, her gaze unseeing, locked onto
some distant point. A lengthy stretch passed before she could gather herself.
"Mom, Iâm alright."
Not wanting to add to Johannaâs worries, Janet mustered a smile that looked more painful than
soothing and queried, "How did you stumble upon this?" Having been framed several times, Janetâs
instinctual radar was up; she detected an oddity in Johannaâs information source. The fact that she was
oblivious to her condition until now spoke volumes about Brandonâs skill in concealing it. Johannaâs
brows furrowed as she dredged up her memory.
"A couple of days ago, an anonymous individual reached out to me, claiming your womb was defective,
rendering you infertile.
He offered a cure, but demanded an astronomical nine-figure fee for treatment."
On hearing this, Janetâs suspicions were piqued.
"Whoâs this enigmatic individual? Did you dig into it?" Johanna shook her head, voicing her
mystification, "Post the call, I promptly set someone on it, yet the number turned out to be unregistered.
Our people drew a blank."
7 Janetâs brows crinkled.
"The origin of the call remains a mystery? You didnât fall for his claims, did you?" Johanna was quick to
retort, "I wouldnât readily accept a strangerâs call as truth.
My initial thought was that he was a scammer, trying to defraud us with false claims of a cure.
However, given it concerned you, I ensured our people looked into it post-haste.
It appears that Frank has indeed been delving into infertility cases lately." As she relayed the findings,
Johanna noted Janetâs distressed visage.
"As of then, there was still no definitive proof that youâre the one with the issue, but last night our
people unearthed some intriguing details.
Brandon and Frank have been convening in secret.
Uncovering this required a fair bit of sleuthing.
Furthermore, a couple of experts Frank engaged were only accessible through the Larson Groupâs
network."
The fact that Brandon was personally devoting so much time and energy into investigating fertility
issues was intriguing in itself.
Even as Janet wrestled with denial, she had to concede that these converging lines of evidence were
far from happenstance.
Janetâs spirits plummeted.
Her lips clenched as she tried to dam the tears welling up in her eyes, yet they defied her, tracing wet
trails down her cheeks.
At this juncture, there was little left for her to misconstrue.
It was she.
She was indeed the one grappling with this ailment.