President's Substitute Wife novel Chapter 487

When I mentioned Cindy, Diana got angry, but she hid it. She smiled awkwardly and said to me, “she’s been abroad recently and hasn’t had time to come back.”

“Abroad?” I looked at Diana. “Her father is dying of illness. Is she in the mood to play abroad?”

I knew it was a scandal in her family so she didn’t want to tell me.

But I could guess.

She refused to take care of Sean before. This time she must have gone abroad because she didn’t want to do marrow matching.

Diana was embarrassed to say, “yes, she really has something urgent recently. She can’t come back for a while.”

“Then wait for her to come back. Cindy is your daughter. You gave her the best conditions and education. You gave her all she wanted. You don’t ask for anything in return, but unfortunately Nelson is ill. You need her to pay back now. In fact, it’s not a big deal. It’s just bone marrow.” I looked at Diana and asked, “right?”

Diana was more angry. She bit her lips and said, “yes!”

“It’s solved.” I continued, “what did you Lewis Family do to me and my mother? What did Cindy do to me? You may not know, but I guess Nelson does. You come to me. Are you crazy?”

To be honest, if I was Nelson or Diana, even if I died, I might not come to me.

After all, what they had done had cut off the road.

Diana was embarrassed.

She couldn’t contradict me.

At last she picked up her bag and said, “I’m sorry.” Then she left.

I didn’t send her.

But I thought it was dramatic.

When Diana hurt my mother in the mall, she certainly didn’t expect that one day she needed me and would beg me.

But she wanted me to match Nelson’s bone marrow?

It was impossible.

Diana left. I thought it was over.

But the next day Nelson came.

Chloe informed me in the same way.

I went downstairs and saw Nelson sitting in the conference room. I knew I couldn’t escape. He came to my house and insulted us with millions of dollars. I wanted to laugh.

He deserved it.

I walked over and put my hands around my chest. I leaned against the door and didn’t speak.

Nelson saw me and immediately stood up. Actually, it was not long since we last met, but I thought Nelson was a lot older.

He seemed to have more white hair.

He was thin and his skin was loose.

He looked at me and moved his hands on the table. He smiled apologetically and shouted, “my daughter.”

I felt sick.

I moved the corner of my mouth, “Mr. Lewis, you are ill. You identify the wrong person during the day.”

“No...”

“I’m not Cindy.”