Chapter 898
The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire
Chapter 898 Are You Keeping Something From Me
Brandon turned somber at the change of subject, even as he bristled in his seat.
Frank had told him how the pharmacist had tampered with some patientsâ medications and caused
them to suffer serious repercussions from their illnesses. He experienced no symptoms that might point
out to such a scenario, but it remained a possibility nonetheless.
Brandon looked at Janetâs worried face and mustered a smile. âDonât bother. Frank already had me
checked, and he told me that there are no serious side effects. Except for the memory loss, there
should be no problem.â
He spoke in a reassuring tone that brooked no question. Janet smiled and nodded before turning to
Beal. âDonât worry about us, Dad. I am well-aware of Brandonâs condition. Besides, weâve already seen
a lot of doctors, and the results are all the same.â
Johanna nudged Beal and smiled helplessly. âYour father likes to worry about every little thing. Donât
mind him. But since Brandon is doing better now, you should start trying for a child.â
Perhaps it was because they were getting on in years, but Johanna and Beal were really looking
forward to having grandchildren.
Janet stole a glance at Brandon, her cheeks turning red.
Brandon took her hand with a grin. âYou donât have to worry about that, Mom. Weâre certainly doing our
best.â
Johanna tittered excitedly, all smug as she told her husband, âSee? The master was right. I am going to
have a grandchild soon!â
âWhat master? How would they know about these things?â Janet asked lightly.
Beal paused his chewing to explain. âWe met a fortune-teller when we were in Sri Lanka. He told your
mother that she would soon have grandchildren.â
Janet couldnât help but chuckle at that.
After dinner, the chauffeur drove Johanna and Beal back to the White family mansion.
Before getting into the car, Johanna turned to her daughter and reiterated, âIâve said this before. But if
you are wronged in any way, you must tell us.â
âI know, Mom. Stop nagging, okay? Call me when you get home.â Janet basked in the warmth of her
parents affections. It was wonderful to have a family.
When the car finally disappeared into the distance, she let out a sigh of relief. The smile disappeared
from her face. She looked at Brandon in the eye and asked, âAre you keeping something from me?
Something to do with your condition?â
Brandon stiffened, but he was able to maintain his composure. âYou know itâs just memory loss.â
Janetâs frown deepened. âYou seemed hesitant when you were asked about the side effects. Itâs
making me uneasy. Iâm worried.â
Brandonâs mind raced as he thought of a way to dodge her questions. After a while, he raised his
eyebrow and tilted his head provocatively. âYou can see for yourself later whether something is wrong
with me or not.â
Then, before Janet could retort, he picked her up and carried her over his shoulder before striding back
into the living room. He tossed her gently on the sofa and pressed his b*ody against hers.
Janet struggled halfheartedly. Her cheeks had turned a delectable shade of pink, and a playful smile
was dancing on her lips. âStop fooling around. All right, I trust you.â
She refrained from prying any further and focused on her parents instead. âHoney, we need to deal with
this matter as soon as possible. The rumor has spread all over. My parents are worried and itching to
do something about it. Dalores must be punished.â
Brandon plopped down beside her and nuzzled her hair, his eyes turning dark and unfathomable. His
next words were spoken in a clear, blunt manner. âDonât worry. Dalores cannot escape.â
That night, a black car sped along the expressway in Barnes.
Dalores looked utterly worn out. Every so often, she would glance at the rearview mirror, her eyes wide
and a little crazed. She clutched her phone with one hand while the other took hold of the steering
wheel. She didnât know where to go.