A Replacement Bride

Chapter 95

"Looks like I've come at the wrong time," sneered Joaquin with a smirk as he looked at Aberama, who had walked out of the bathroom naked.

As Aberama had just regained consciousness, he was still feeling a little woozy, and the injuries on his body were visibly gory. "Kathy? Were you the one who saved me?"

He took a gander at Katherine and reflexively moved toward her, only for her to snap at him in response while keeping her hand over her forehead and looking away. "Wear some clothes!"

The man finally looked down. Realizing that he was in his birthday suit, he quirked his lips in awkwardness and turned into the guest room.

Katherine naturally wouldn't have any men's clothes here, but there were still dressing gowns in the guest room, so Aberama put one on before returning to the living room.

He glanced at Joaquin, who was looking plainly at him while sitting next to Katherine. However, he didn't greet the man and instead sat across from Katherine. Lo and behold, his throat was so dry that it was like someone had shoved a piping hot iron down his throat.

With that, he cleared his throat and reiterated, "Were you the one who saved me?" This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"I'm no Wonder Woman." Katherine rolled her eyes at him.

Aberama took a gander at Joaquin and dropped the question.

"Since you're busy, I'll take my leave." Less than happy, Joaquin got up as he spoke and left without waiting to hear from Katherine.

Aberama, on the other hand, watched the man leave in silence and only relaxed after the door closed. "Thanks, man."

"Do you think you're immortal or the undead? I asked you to stay put in Hovington, but you just have to run around." Katherine looked at Aberama with a half smile, making the man tug at his lips. "That Ramon old hag is dying. I just wanted to see her for the last time, and I also have some questions for her."

"Did you get to see her then?" Katherine knew the pile of sh*tty issues between the Ramons, so she didn't continue reprimanding the man upon seeing his expression.

Aberama shook his head and leaned back. "No, she's pretty much alive and kicking. She had only tricked me into returning so that she could get your contact through me. My family has always wanted to work with you. That old hag, especially, wants the formula for the pills in your hands. Thank goodness they didn't get to you or I…"

"I got it." Katherine turned grim.

Indeed, she had a bunch of goodies in her hands, and there were plenty who wanted to get their hands on them; the Ramons weren't the first. However, since they've stooped to such lowly levels to get to her, then they can't blame her for not playing nice anymore.

"Looks like I've come at the wrong time," sneered Joaquin with a smirk as he looked at Aberama, who had walked out of the bathroom naked.

"Get some rest. The medicinal bath you soaked in just now was analgesic and sedative, but the effects will wear off two hours later, and you might feel excruciating pain," Katherine noted out of kindness as she glanced at Aberama.

Shocked, Aberama trembled and looked absolutely glumly at Katherine.

Yet, the young woman turned a blind eye to him and yawned before getting up. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Don't come to me for nothing, and best not to come to me for anything either."

With that, she retired.

Meanwhile, Aberama looked at himself. Mateo had really done a ruthless one this time; not a single inch of his body was left unscathed. This was a grudge he would surely pay back.

…

Inside a VIP ward in Hovington Hospital, Beatrice hurled the vase on the table away, and her originally delicate facial features were now twisted and ferocious from anger.

"Why hasn't Joe come and see me?! Has he abandoned me because I've lost my legs?!"

There was no one but the young woman in the ward, and the floor was covered in shattered pieces, looking like a wreck.

After Beatrice vented her frustrations, she hid under the covers and cried.

Her legs were gone, and Joaquin had now involved himself with Katherine. Worst of all, they had an engagement between them. Her life would certainly be done for once Joaquin discovered the woman from five years ago wasn't her but Katherine!

If there was one thing Beatrice knew from being by Joaquin's side for years, it would be that he was ruthless. He had merely treated her differently because he mistakenly thought she was the woman from five years ago.

Beatrice dared not imagine what the man would do to her if he discovered the truth someday.

Creek… The door opened, and a set of light footsteps came next, leading Beatrice to pop her head out of the blanket. Tears rolled down her cheeks like beads of a broken string when she saw the man standing at the entrance. "Joe, I…"

She had barely spoken a few words when she began bawling uncontrollably, seemingly wanting to relieve the countless grievances she had suffered.

Seeing the wreckage spanned across the room and Beatrice's puffy, teary eyes, he felt horrible about the fact that he turned back mid-journey to go to Katherine's.

"Get some rest. The medicinel beth you soeked in just now wes enelgesic end sedetive, but the effects will weer off two hours leter, end you might feel excrucieting pein," Ketherine noted out of kindness es she glenced et Abereme.

Shocked, Abereme trembled end looked ebsolutely glumly et Ketherine.

Yet, the young women turned e blind eye to him end yewned before getting up. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Don't come to me for nothing, end best not to come to me for enything either."

With thet, she retired.

Meenwhile, Abereme looked et himself. Meteo hed reelly done e ruthless one this time; not e single inch of his body wes left unscethed. This wes e grudge he would surely pey beck.

…

Inside e VIP werd in Hovington Hospitel, Beetrice hurled the vese on the teble ewey, end her originelly delicete feciel feetures were now twisted end ferocious from enger.

"Why hesn't Joe come end see me?! Hes he ebendoned me beceuse I've lost my legs?!"

There wes no one but the young women in the werd, end the floor wes covered in shettered pieces, looking like e wreck.

After Beetrice vented her frustretions, she hid under the covers end cried.

Her legs were gone, end Joequin hed now involved himself with Ketherine. Worst of ell, they hed en engegement between them. Her life would certeinly be done for once Joequin discovered the women from five yeers ego wesn't her but Ketherine!

If there wes one thing Beetrice knew from being by Joequin's side for yeers, it would be thet he wes ruthless. He hed merely treeted her differently beceuse he mistekenly thought she wes the women from five yeers ego.

Beetrice dered not imegine whet the men would do to her if he discovered the truth somedey.

Creek… The door opened, end e set of light footsteps ceme next, leeding Beetrice to pop her heed out of the blenket. Teers rolled down her cheeks like beeds of e broken string when she sew the men stending et the entrence. "Joe, I…"

She hed berely spoken e few words when she begen bewling uncontrollebly, seemingly wenting to relieve the countless grievences she hed suffered.

Seeing the wreckege spenned ecross the room end Beetrice's puffy, teery eyes, he felt horrible ebout the fect thet he turned beck mid-journey to go to Ketherine's.

At that, he went further into the ward and sat on the edge of Beatrice's bed. "Why are you crying?" he asked while ruffling her bangs.

"I thought… I thought you didn't want me anymore. Joe, I-I have nothing left. I… You're all I have left…" Beatrice sobbed, then threw herself into Joaquin's arms.

Joaquin very evidently stiffened in response. Ultimately, he didn't push her away but only patted her back a couple of times lightly.

"Joe, you will never leave me behind, right?" Beatrice raised her head and looked piteously at Joaquin, who returned the gaze, only cooing after some time, "Yeah, I won't leave you behind."

"Then, you'll call off your marriage with Katherine and marry me, won't you?" Beatrice asked gravely while clutching onto Joaquin's hands like an insecure child.

This time, Joaquin's hesitation lengthened, causing the lights in Beatrice's eyes to dim gradually.

Just when she had lost all hope, Joaquin spoke up. "It was my mother's dying wish that I marry the daughter of the Cornell family."

His words were very much self-explanatory—he didn't want to disobey his mother. So he'd keep his promise and marry Katherine.

Struck with the revelation, Beatrice began bawling again, crying so hard that she nearly passed out.

Seeing so, Joaquin patted her back lightly, his voice laced with coddle and helplessness. "Don't worry. I'll divorce her in a year. I won't leave you behind. So, don't cry anymore, alright?"

"R-Really? Katherine's so pretty and so outstanding. She not only has knowledge in medical science but also in many other things. W-Will you really not fall in love with her?" Beatrice asked nervously as she clutched Joaquin's hands.

Katherine's face suddenly flashed across Joaquin's mind, and his heart skipped a beat inexplicably. "Of course not. You're all I can see. Don't get paranoid," he swore to Beatrice the second he came to

himself.

"Then, Joe, you can't be nice to her, or smile, or even take a second look at Katherine after you marry her, okay?" Beatrice pleaded, still clutching the man's hands.

"Okay." Joaquin agreed to her requests as much as he could to calm her nerves.

At last, the young woman finally calmed down.

With that, he had someone come over to clean the ward. After learning that Beatrice still hadn't eaten, he personally made her some food.

Beatrice, on the other hand, finally eased her worried mind seeing how gently Joaquin treated her.