Married a Secret Billionaire

Chapter 88

Marcus’ face was filled with confidence, and his eyes were glowing when talking about Cordelia.

“Don’t think that Cordelia is the same as other women. She is more capable than you think and will never back down from challenges.

“Therefore, I'm going to give her a seat in the middle of the audience, so she can watch how her man is beating the crap out of others!”

At that time, she would be very proud of him and think he was her hero!

Marcus’ face was brimming with happiness, and he was grinning triumphantly from ear to ear as the thought surfaced in his head.

He pulled the door open and rushed back to his house.

Josiah looked blankly at his departing figure for a long while. After regaining his senses, he looked at Robert and Fredric and laughed. “Did he take his medicine today?”

“Finally!” The remaining two people let out a sigh of relief. Since Marcus was gone, they did not have to pretend anymore. They regained their true selves and joined Josiah to have fun together.

“You two are so fake! You came here, yet you acted like you weren’t interested.”

“There’s nothing we can do!” Robert laughed. “Couldn’t you see his face? It was so dark that I thought he was going to kill us all here.”

“Anyway! Let’s toast!” Josiah lifted his glass of wine. He thought for a while and said, “Let's wish for his success in the match. Just like his relationship.”

While it was lively in the private room, a sneaky figure was outside. He craned his neck and looked around before hiding behind the pillar and pulling his phone out. With a low voice, he said, "Mr. Jones, I just saw Marcus coming out of a private room. It seems like he was having a party with some friends…

“Well…” He stammered.

Josiah was a VIP member of the bar. No one else was allowed to enter his private room, so no one else knew what was going on in there.

“Forget about it!” Oliver said in exasperation. “Did you hear what they said just now?”

“No…” The person gritted his teeth. “But when Marcus was leaving the private room, I vaguely heard them talking about some kind of boxing match…”

Oliver hung up the call. He fell silent for a moment before asking his men to check for all the boxing matches in Jangasas.

…

Cordelia visited the mental health hospital in the afternoon. When the nurse saw her, she smiled at her.

“Are you here to visit your mother again?”

“Yeah,” replied Cordelia. “Has she been okay lately?”

“Her vital signs are all great. It's just that she doesn't like to talk much. She's awake now, so you can go in and see her.” The nurse led Cordelia to the ward.

The doors for the wards here were made of special materials. There was an iron door behind a door, and a specialized nurse guarded each ward.

Cordelia remembered how flustered she was when her mother first got sick. In the end, it was her neighbors who helped her bring her here. At that time, when Cordelia saw this prison-like door, she had assumed she would never see her mother again and had cried out helplessly.

“Xyla!” The nurse opened the door and walked over to the woman with a smile on her face. She wrung a hot towel out and placed it on the hand of the woman sitting in the wheelchair. “Good news. Your daughter is here to see you again.”

Cordelia placed the things on the table, and the nurse left afterward, leaving both of them in the ward.

Cordelia picked up a comb and slowly combed through her mother’s hair.

Her mother used to have a delicate face and a head of black hair. Even though she was sick, she was still as beautiful as always. People her age might not look as beautiful as her.

Cordelia smiled and helped her mother to pin her hair with a hairpin.

“Mom, look.” She gave her the mirror and said, “Do you like this hairstyle?” © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Xyla’s eyes flickered. She looked at herself in the mirror and raised her head to look at Cordelia.

“You are… Lia?”