Chapter 898
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 patients’ 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 nheless.
Brandon looked at J’s worried face and mustered a smile. “Don’t 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.”
He spoke in a reassuring tone that brooked no question. J smiled and nodded before turning to
Beal. “Don’t worry about us, Dad. I am well-aware of Brandon’s condition. Besides, we’ve already seen
a lot of doctors, and the results are all the same.”
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Johanna nudged Beal and smiled helplessly. “Your father likes to worry about every little thing. Don’t
mind him. But since Brandon is doing better now, you should start trying for a child.”
Perhaps it was because they were getting on in years, but Johanna and Beal were really looking
forward to having grandchildren.
J stole a nce at Brandon, her cheeks turning red.
Brandon took her hand with a grin. “You don’t have to worry about that, Mom. We’re certainly doing our
best.”
Johanna tittered excitedly, all smug as she told her husband, “See? The master was right. I am going to
have a grandchild soon!”
“What master? How would they know about these things?” J asked lightly.
Beal paused his chewing to exin. “We met a fortune-teller when we were in Sri Lanka. He told your
mother that she would soon have grandchildren.”
J couldn’t 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, “I’ve said this before. But if
you are wronged in any way, you must tell us.”
“I know, Mom. Stop nagging, okay? Call me when you get home.” J 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, “Are you keeping something from me?
Something to do with your condition?”
Brandon stiffened, but he was able to maintain hisposure. “You know it’s just memory loss.”
J’s frown deepened. “You seemed hesitant when you were asked about the side effects. It’s
making me uneasy. I’m worried.”
Brandon’s mind raced as he thought of a way to dodge her questions. After a while, he raised his
eyebrow and tilted his head provocatively. “You can see for yourselfter whether something is wrong
with me or not.”
Then, before J 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.
J struggled halfheartedly. Her cheeks had turned a delectable shade of pink, and a yful smile
was dancing on her lips. “Stop fooling around. All right, I trust you.”
She refrained from prying any further and focused on her parents instead. “Honey, 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.”
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. “Don’t worry. Dalores cannot escape.”
That night, a ck car sped along the expressway in Barnes.
Dalores looked utterly worn out. Every so often, she would nce 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 didn’t know where to go.