Chapter 338: Owe You My Life
The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
Laney shivered ever so slightly under Frankâs scolding. It wasnât like he was roaring at her in fury; if
anything, he sounded frustrating. But the look of reproach and disappointment in his eyes were
somehow more ominous than outright anger.
There was a quality to his gaze that made people feel vulnerable, as though he had the power to read
their thoughts. Like a petulant child who had been caught red-handed, Laney ducked her head.
âIt was getting dangerous,â she insisted.
âGarrett was about to get seriously hurt. I couldnât just stand by and do nothing. I may be small and
injured, but Iâm certainly a better fighter compared to a young master whoâs been sheltered all his life.â
She didnât hold back on her words at all.
Garrett winced and ran a hand over his face, confused yet again on whether he should laugh or cry. He
was learning quickly that he was no match for this tiny woman, especially when it came to clever
banter.
At least in this regard, he was willing to concede to Laney. Besides, she was indeed, like she said, a
better fighter.
He glanced down at Laney, noting how pale she was. Garrett reached out and patted the other manâs
shoulder.
âWhat happened, happened, Frank. Itâs all in the past now. Just deal with her wound instead of berating
her about the incident.â
Frank heaved a long sigh and began to stitch Laneyâs wound. Contrary to her claims, it was actually
quite serious. If she had foregone treatment and continued her careless ways, this would become
another lasting mark on her skin.
âIn all my years of practice, Iâve never seen a woman with so many scars on her body,â Frank mused
out loud.
âWell, then, youâre welcome!â Laney retorted.
âIâm just another one of your patients. Please stop talking nonsense and do what you have to do.â She
sat back against the pillows with a sullen expression, clearly annoyed by Frankâs remarks. Garrett, who
sported an equally morose face, leaned over and covered Laneyâs mouth with his hand.
âYouâre talking far too much for an injured patient.â Then he turned to Frank and said, âUse the best
surgical thread there is so that her wound wonât scar.â
Laney swatted Garrettâs hand away.
âForget it; thatâs too expensive. Iâm fine with the ordinary ones.â
âIâll pay for it,â Garrett countered in a voice that brooked no argument.
âThatâs totally unnecessary,â Laney said, rolling her eyes at him. Garrett didnât take the bait. Instead, he
drew closer and stared at her open wound.
âOf course itâs necessary; youâre a woman. Not having a scar will always be the better choice.â Laney
paused then, looking startled.
Oddly enough, she didnât make any further protests. Right after Frank snipped the thread from the last
stitch, Laney made to leave the bed. Garrettâs hand quickly shot out to stop her.
âDo you honestly think of yourself as a superhero or something?â He pushed her back on the bed and
pulled the covers over her legs.
âLie down and rest for a bit. Just because youâre all sewn up doesnât mean that your wound is already
healed.â
âI havenât even dealt with your ex-girlfriend yet. I need to go to the police station.â Laney tried to get up
again, but Garrett wouldnât let her.
âI will handle it.â This feisty little woman seemed to have a penchant for worrying the people around her.
He couldnât help but wonder if she was doing it on purpose.
Garrett made quick work of calling the police, and soon, a couple of officers came to the hospital to
take a statement. They were also informed that Garrettâs ex-girlfriend had already been apprehended.
The ward grew quiet after the police left.
Garrett and Laney both sat facing the window, watching the snowflakes falling slowly from above. It
looked like it was going to snow for a while.
Moments passed. Garrett withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at Laney. He stared at her
delicate profile, and was pleasantly surprised to realize that he found her rather attractive.
âYou saved me back there. Iâd like to express my sincerest thanks.â Laney didnât move.
âThereâs no need for that, Mr. Harding,â she said in a cool voice.
âI only did what was right.â Garrett turned back to the window, a soft smile playing on his lips.
âYou received a reward for saving Janetâs life, didnât you? And that was when you were under duty. On
the other hand, you protected me even though you werenât paid to do it. That means I owe you my life.â