NovelOnlineThe Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire
Chapter 50: The Wedding Ring"It’s no big deal.My parents owea lot of money.After I fell out with them, they refused to payback.It’s a family matter.I can
handle it.There’s no need for you to get involved."
Janet’s tone was relaxed even though she deliberately omitted the most important part.
Ethan glanced at her from the corner of his eye and sighed.
It was true that he didn’t know that much about the Lind family, but since Jwas being stubborn about it, he respected her
decision.
"Fine.But if you need any help, just tell me."
Jnodded obediently and lowered her gaze.
"Okay," she said softly.
Ethan pinched her cheek and warned in a low voice, "And from now on, you have to tell others that you’re married."
"Okay, okay, okay.Do you wantto wear a sign with the word ‘married’ on it?"
Jraised her head and glared at him, pouting like a spoiled child.
"It’s for your own good.It’s obvious that Christopher guy had ulterior motives.Trust me.His intentions were written all over his
face."
As he spoke, Ethan pulled Jcloser to him.
"What? In that case, why couldn’t I see it? Christ has helpedbefore.Don’t be so quick to judge him." Jrolled her eyes
helplessly.
"Are you kidding me? It’s all over his face that he wants to fuck you," Ethan snorted, his eyes darkening dangerously.
Ethan was always such a jerk.
"Can you, for once, act like a normal guy? Not everyone thinks like you."
"True.I guess he’s different from me.I’m legal to do you, he isn’t."
Ethan raised his eyebrows in a relaxed way.
At a loss, Jpushed him away and scurried on ahead, her ears burning red.
Even after they got home, Jstill gave Ethan the cold shoulder.
After knocking on her door to announce his presence, the man walked into her room carrying a glass of warm milk.
"Are you planning to ignoreforever, Miss Lind?"
Without so much as glancing at him, Jcontinued to draw.
Suddenly, Ethan took her hand and stuffed something cold onto her palm.
Startled, Jlooked at the item in her hand.
It was an old platinum ring inlaid with an emerald.
The edges already had a light layer of patina.
The ring seemed to carry a long history with it.
"What’s the meaning of this?"
"My mother left it for me.Put it on.That way, people will know that you’re a married woman."
Ethan leaned against her desk, looking at the ring on her hand with a slight smile.
Turning the ring over, Jshrugged and slipped it onto her left ring finger.
The dark-colored emerald shone dimly on her fair slender finger.
It looked good on her, but the ring was one size too big.
"It’s very beautiful.Thank you,"she said stiffly.
That weekend, Jtook the things she got from the Lind family to a second-hand shop.
But the shop assistant offered a price far lower than she had expected.
"How could all of this be worth only twenty thousand? The bag alone is worth more than that!"
Jwas so angry that she felt she was about to explode.
It was painfully obvious that the shop assistant was taking advantage of her.
"Any second-hand good is priced at ten percent of its original price."
The shop assistant sneered at Jcomplacently.
Then, after punching a couple of numbers into the calculator, she snapped, "Get out if you’re not planning to sell your
things.There’s a line behind you."
"All of these are authentic!"
Jstubbornly continued to bargain.
Twenty thousand dollars barely covered Hannah’s hospitalization.
"Surely you can offersomething higher!"
"I don’t care if it’s real or fake.They’re all second hand.Plus, they’re all old models from more than a decade ago.Only this
Hermes is worth something.Do you think this is a charity? I can add five thousand for the bag, but that’s the best I can do.If you
still think it’s too low, take your things somewhere else."
The shop assistant could tell that Jwas in urgent need of money and deliberately used this to her advantage.
Feeling helpless, Jaccepted the money even though she was getting the short end of the stick.
Just as she turned around to leave, a woman in her early thirties stopped her.
Jsaw from her ntag that she was the shop manager.
"Miss, why the long face? Were you not able to sell your goods at an ideal price? If you still lack money, perhaps you’d be willing
to sell the ring on your finger.We can give you a good price for it!"
The shop manager smiled, staring at the emerald ring on Janet’s finger, her eyes shining greedily.
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