President's Substitute Wife novel Chapter 505

It was a simple wish, but he only realized it when he had a terminal illness.

Money, power and status were secondary to health.

You couldn’t do anything if you were not healthy.

I took his hands. “President... Dad, I don’t want your legacy. Take care of yourself. I’m sure you will recover.”

“Thank you.”

Nelson looked at me and wept.

With that, he turned and was leaving.

I said immediately, “we can drive you.”

“Yes.” Sean said.

He was a patient. I was not sure how he got here.

He vomited blood just now. What if he had an accident on the way?

“No, you are busy. The driver drove me.”

I didn’t insist.

Sean and I took him to the door. We were relieved to see Nelson get in the car.

After he left, I took Sean in the car and left.

After that, I didn’t care much about Nelson. After all, he was not short of money. I didn’t have to worry that he had no money to see a doctor or couldn’t afford medicine.

Now medicine was well developed. Leukemia was not a terminal disease.

But I didn’t expect Cindy to call me a week after I met Nelson.

When I picked up the phone and found it was her, I just hung up.

After all, I thought Cindy was quite different from her in my mind.

She was very selfish and insidious. She only did what was good for her.

She could even abandon her conscience.

She had no bottom line.

I had nothing to say to her.

Unfortunately, I had a big problem that I worked in a fixed place.

It was easy for anyone to find me. Last time Nelson found me easily.

A few hours after I hung up, the whole studio was blocked by seven or eight cars.

Dozens of people got out of the car. They were not like Sean’s bodyguards.

They were gangsters.

Most of them had tattoos.

All the staff were stunned.

No one dared to go out.

I talked to Linda and decided to call the police first!

I called the police, and then I stood with Linda in the second floor window.

I heard Chloe shouting downstairs, “is there anyone who owes money and doesn’t pay it back?”

“No!”

“I owe the bank. I pay it back every month.”

“I don’t either...”

The staff replied.

A few minutes later, I saw a white luxury car coming behind the crowd.

Although I didn’t see the license plate number clearly, I had realized who they were from the model of the car.

Within a minute after the car arrived.

“Open the door!”

“Open the door!”

Someone started smashing the door on the first floor!