Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

The knife swiftly sliced down.

What was a brutal act became unspeakably beautiful in her hands.

Doctors crowded around, refusing to even blink, as they didn’t want to miss anything.

An hour later, the experiment ends.

Viola Thompson exited the laboratory.

Several doctors gazed at her retreating figure and exclaimed, “Miss Thompson is just too amazing. If she were my daughter, I’d gladly crawl on the ground like a dog for her!”

The short-haired female doctor nearby chuckled, “You, could you have a daughter that grown up? Doctor Blue, isn’t your son just one year old?”

Doctor Blue replied, “I’m 36 this year. If I had a child at 18, my son would be 18 now.”

The female doctor laughed, “Either way, you couldn’t have a daughter like

Miss Thompson. Her parents must be incredible, perhaps from a prestigious family of doctors.”

Another doctor chipped in, “Exactly, Miss Thompson must have grown up immersed in the field, that’s why she’s so impressive.”

“Talent plays a part too; my daughter just can’t do it. Both my wife and I are doctors, yet she doesn’t even know basic medical knowledge.”

The doctors continued their discussions, never imagining that such a brilliant girl had been abandoned time and time again by her foster parents.

Viola arrived at Patriarch Lentz’s hospital room.

Patriarch Lentz was not there.

Through the window, Viola saw the following scene.

Outside in the garden, a man was slowly pushing a wheelchair.

He was tall and long-legged, and had to slightly bend his waist while speaking to hear what Patriarch Lentz was saying.

In that moment, the sun suddenly broke through the clouds, bathing the garden in a golden light.

Everything became beautiful.

The sunshine was perfect, and the breeze was gentle.

Viola’s eyes curved in delight, and it was then that the man, who had been looking down while speaking to Patriarch Lentz, suddenly turned his head, his slightly upturned phoenix eyes meeting Viola’s gaze.

His eyes were deep and heavy.

It made people fall into them, unable to break free.

As their four eyes met.

In an instant, like sparks flying, what was just a brief moment seemed to stretch for an eternity.

A moment later, Viola averted her gaze as if nothing happened and casually picked up a milk tea from the table.

Although she was drinking milk tea, she could still clearly hear her heartbeat.

Thump, thump, thump-One after another.

Viola held the milk tea with one hand and touched her forehead with the other.

She didn’t seem to have a fever.

But why did her heartbeat suddenly quicken?

In the garden.

Patriarch Lentz was seated in his wheelchair, “Terrence.’

“Mmm.”

“You must cherish Viola. She is a rare and exceptional girl.”

Terrence Lentz nodded slightly, “l know, Grandpa.”

With this, Patriarch Lentz continued, “When it comes to love, you must be mindful of boundaries and scales. Especially as a young man, you must control yourself. Viola is still young, and you mustn’t bully her. Remember to act with love but restrain yourself with reason.”

Moreover, Viola’s background was different from others.

If other girls were wronged outside, they still had their parents to rely on. Viola had only Terrence and herself.

In relationships between men and women, if the man doesn’t cherish the woman, the one who suffers will always be the woman.

If one is careless and gets pregnant, the man can easily walk away, while the woman is faced with abortion, taking pills…

“I’ll be careful, Grandpa.”

Patriarch Lentz nodded, “As long as you understand. But don’t blame me for not acknowledging you as my grandson if I ever see Viola crying!’ There was not a hint of a joke in Patriarch Lentz’s words.

“Right,” Terrence was just as serious, “Don’t worry, Grandpa.”

Only then did Patriarch Lentz feel at ease, trusting Terrence’s character.

Two days later.

Terrence and Viola took a flight back to River City.

Terrence drove her home.

Viola opened the door, and Mantou, her cat, came running out, jumping into her arms and meowing non-stop.

After so many days apart, Mantou thought Viola had abandoned her. Now reunited, Mantou didn’t want to leave her arms. With no other choice, Viola continued to hold her.

It was already half-past noon.

Terrence put down his suitcase and volunteered, “I’ll go check what food we have in the kitchen. What do you want to eat for lunch?”

“Just boil some noodles,” Viola said.

“Alright.”

Terrence went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, “Viola, are spicy meat noodles okay?”

“Yes.

Viola didn’t have a preference.

The spicy meat noodles were surely better than instant noodles..