The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire Chapter 681

The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire

Chapter 681 Visiting Charis

Luke’s calm facade gradually crumbled. Eyes seething with hatred, he hissed, “I’ve investigated, and it turned out that someone had set the fire on purpose. As soon I find out who’s behind this, I’ll make him regret the day he was born!”

Charis’s heart leaped to her throat. She couldn’t let anyone find out that it was her who plotted this arson, including her own father!

Charis suddenly raised her voice and looked at Luke pitifully. “Dad, what’s the point? You can’t turn back time and fix this…”

Luke didn’t know how to reply. Seeing his daughter in so much pain, he decided against saying anything more.

Among all the people who had entered the haunted house that night, Charis was the unluckiest one. (u

Most of them were able to get out safely, whereas she suffered third degree burns and was disfigured as a result.

During the recuperation process, Charis was confined in the hospital in Barnes for a long time. Many reporters came to interview her, but they’d barely get a few questions in before Luke would drive them away impatiently.

In her second week at the hospital, Brandon and Janet came to visit her.

When Charis saw them enter the ward, her heart skipped a beat. A deep sense of inferiority overwhelmed her—suffocated her.

She felt lucky that she was still wrapped from head to toe in the gauze. At least Brandon wouldn’t see her disgusting wounds.

“I heard from Mrs. Turner that you were seriously injured. I’ve asked Garrett to take over your responsibilities for the time being. Don’t worry.” Brandon comforted her in a formulaic way.

As he spoke, he placed the bouquet on the table and glanced at Charis, who wasn’t even looking at him. Seeing this, he couldn’t help but frown.

Charis’s eyes were glued to Janet, who was standing behind Brandon.

It was a warm sunny day, but Charis was shivering. Her eyes were bloodshot with hatred. She wished she could pounce on Janet and strangle her on the spot, but she had no choice but to swallow her anger for the time being.

Janet clearly saw the ferocity in Charis’s eyes.

The woman wrapped tightly in gauze probably hated her to her c*ore.

But why? Charis was the one behind the fire at the haunted house. Why did she blame Janet for her plan going backfired?

“At least you made it out alive.” Janet raised her head slightly, her eyes quickly sweeping across Charis’s bandaged body.

Most of Charis’s body was wrapped in gauze, which meant she was likely disfigured from the burns.

There wasn’t a trace of pity on Janet’s face. On the contrary, she was delighted. Charis had hurt Janet so many times before, and now she was finally punished for her own actions. She deserved the karma.

Charis sneered, tearing her gaze away from Janet. She was afraid that if she took one more look at the b*tch, she would really pounce on Janet.

“Why were you there anyway? From what I remember, you didn’t even enter the haunted house with us.” Brandon looked at Charis calmly, although there was a hint of intrigue in his eyes.

Charis averted her gaze and said nothing.

She really didn’t want Brandon to see her in this state, but on second thought, this could be a good opportunity to make him feel sorry for her. So she put on a bitter smile and looked at him affectionately.

“After the haunted house caught fire, I heard that you rushed back inside. I was worried about you, so I rushed in to find you.”

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