The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Chapter 1318 Putting On A Show

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The next morning, Janet was still sound asleep when Brandon pulled her out from the covers. His voice sounded low and deep
in her ear as he coaxed her out of her peaceful slumber, “Wake up. We need to go to the hospital for a check-up, remember?”
Janet rubbed her bleary eyes, still half-asleep. A yawn came from her as she playfully answered, “I don’t want to get up.”
Brandon’s lips curved into an indulgent smile. He pinched her face affectionately and reminded her, “Don’t you want to have a
baby soon?”
Janet’s eyes had drifted close as sleep lured her back, but her brows furrowed at his words. “Is that all you care about? When
the baby comes, will you only think about them?”
Brandon pulled her closer and whispered, “That shouldn’t even be a question. You’ll always be the most precious person to me.
You can go back to sleep if you’re still sleepy. We can go another time.”
Janet opened her eyes at that, cracking a smile. The truth was that she was also eager to have the check-up, but she wanted to
bask in her husband’s affection first.
His answer seemingly satisfied her, ninja .com and she grinned, “Good answer. Come on, let’s go to the hospital!”

The limo ground to a smooth halt at the hospital entrance. Frank was with the top doctor, waiting by the gate. They saw Brandon
and Janet getting out of the car and walked over to them. But before they could reach the two, a disheveled woman came from
nowhere and knelt down in front of Janet.
The sudden appearance startled her. The woman broke into tears and begged repeatedly, “Please! I won’t do it again. Please
forgive me.”
Janet had not recognized her at first, but her voice was unmistakable. The woman who was now a sobbing mess as she
desperately pleaded was the once haughty Vivi.
Janet was yet to answer, and Vivi crawled over, trying to hold on to her leg. “I’m begging you, Miss White. I swear I’ll never
bother you again.”
The next moment, Brandon had stepped forward, pulling Janet back protectively. His face had darkened at the crying woman.
“What do you want?”
Janet asked, her face twisting into a frown. “You brought this on yourself. It’s none of my business.”
With Brandon standing watchfully beside her, Vivi didn’t dare come closer to Janet.

She remained kneeling, not ceasing her frantic pleas.

“You’re right. It’s my fault. I know it was all because of me. I won’t ever do it again. Please, Miss White. Have some mercy! You’re
a dignified lady, and I’m just a commoner. Please have some compassion for me.”
A crowd had slowly gathered around the scene, and some of them were quick to recognize the woman who was desperately
begging on her knees. None of them had ever imagined they would see Vivi, the infamous Internet celebrity, in such a position.
She had been subjected to heavy criticism in the recent days, and the onlookers couldn’t take their eyes off the scenario
unfolding right in front of them.
Low murmurs came from the bystanders.
“Why is she begging like that?. What did she do this time?” “With the way she’s crying, it’s hard to believe that she’s the same
woman in the news about her these days.”
Their whispers reached Janet’s ears, and her frown deepened. Something told her the entire situation was not as simple as it
seemed. There had to be something else going on with Vivi’s apology.
Her eyes scanned the area around them, and true enough, she spotted a man in the crowd holding up his phone and discreetly
recording the scene.
A similar inkling came to Brandon. He noticed the lurker almost at the same time Janet did. At once, he signaled his bodyguards
to take care of him.
Meanwhile, Vivi hadn’t moved from her spot on the ground. Amplifying up her theatrics, she kept putting on a show of despair.
“I’m not like you, Miss White,” she sobbed. “I wasn’t born into a good family with a lot of wealth. I’m just a country girl. I have no
one to rely on but myself. Miss White, I’m begging you, please stop this. The rumors you’ve spread have hurt me enough. I can’t
take it anymore!”

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