Oliver's Substitute Bride (Oliver and Jessica)

Chapter 288

Jane and Oliver sat far away. They seemed to be negotiating. One sat at one end, the other at the

other.

Oliver stared at Jane. "I heard that you are not only an artist but also a professional art therapist."

"Yes. Mr. Williams, do you come to meet me because you're interested in my career?" She said with a

smile.

Oliver said, "I hope you could help me treat someone. Whatever you want, just say it."

She was right. Oliver came to ask her for help.

It seemed that the person who needed treatment should have a close relationship with Oliver.

She said softly, "What kind of doctor can't you find? Why do you ask me? Compared with many

professional psychotherapists, I'm not qualified."

Jane was right. She was a therapist with a professional certificate but it didn't mean that she had more

experience.

Oliver didn't want to say that he had invited the most prestigious psychiatrist in the world to treat Roy,

but the effect was little.

Now, if there was a glimmer of hope, he would not let it slip.

"If you need anything, just tell my assistant who will meet all your requirements."

Jane could tell that Oliver was anxious.

He was obviously different from the Oliver she had known before.

She guessed that the person who needed treatment was Oliver's son.

That day, the first time she saw the little boy's eyes, she felt a little strange and felt pity for him.

However, she told herself that he was Oliver and Tina's child and that her child was most likely killed by

his father or mother, she was almost killed by them.

A trace of compassion in Jane's heart immediately dissipated.

After Oliver finished speaking, he stood up and was ready to leave.

Jane said, "Mr. Williams, you haven't told me who he is. I can't cure anyone."

"Isn't the doctor benevolent? The doctor can choose the patient?"

"Mr. Williams is right. I'm afraid that my ability is limited. It's not good to delay the treatment of the

illness, so I want to know the details of the patient."

Jane kept putting it off.

He was right, the doctor was kind, but if she were asked to save the child of an enemy, with deep

hatred, she could not.

Oliver didn't expect to meet such a difficult person. He said coldly, "It's my son. You've met him before."

Jane didn't expect Oliver to remember her when there were so many people that day.

The moment Oliver shook hands with Jane at that time, he had a familiar feeling. At that time, he

thought that he was too thoughtful to associate the woman in front of him with the dead Jessica.

But only the feeling was the same, but they looked completely different.

After that, he found the list of people who came to mourn that day, and sure enough, he saw Jane's

name.

Since Jane was unfamiliar to him, he remembered her clearly.

Before he came, he had some hope in his heart. Why did this woman give a similar feeling to him as

Jessica?

However, when he arrived at the art gallery early and saw Jane, he knew that he must have mistaken

her for someone else.

Jane and Jessica were completely different women.

He hated Jane.

How could he link Jane to Jessica? That was disrespectful to Jessica.

But for his son, he must let Jane grant his request.

"If it were Mr. Williams's son, I can't dare to agree. " Jane said.

She thought to herself, if it weren't your son, I would have promised to treat the patient. But your son, I

wouldn't agree.

Jane had become heartless and hardened.

If it were Jessica in the past, she would have agreed directly. After all, the child was innocent.

But now, Jane couldn't do it.

She could tell herself not to take the initiative to hurt children, but if she were to save Tina's child, she

had no face to face her dead boy.

"No matter what, I hope you take a look. I won't force you to do anything."

Oliver almost begged Jane to agree.

Jane knew that she would offend Oliver directly if she declined him. It would be more difficult to carry

out her plan in Birmingham in the future.

Since Oliver had kept low, she agreed to take a look at him for the time being. Then, she would say that

her ability was limited. Even if Oliver did not accept her favor, at least she would not become hostile to

her.

"Then let me put it bluntly. If I can't cure your son, please don't blame me, Mr. Williams."

Oliver had no choice but to nod and agree.

"Then please go to the GrandVille Apartments with me."

Jane didn't expect Oliver to be so anxious, but she had agreed. So she went to GrandVille Apartments

with him.

She went out of the art gallery with Oliver and saw Simon waiting in front of the black Bentley.

When Simon saw them coming out, he opened the back door of the car and said to Jane, "Miss Kim,

please."

"Thank you."

Jane got into the car from the left.

Oliver went straight to the passenger seat.

That's good. Otherwise, she would be very nervous if she sat in the back row with him.

She remembered things that had happened when they were sitting in the back.

The car drove quickly and soon they arrived at the GrandVille Apartments.

Jane suddenly felt like she was going home, but for a moment she had such a ridiculous idea.

At that time, when Oliver was shot and had no news. She didn't know how many times she dreamed of

snuggling in the back of the car with Oliver and going home together.

She didn't expect the image of her dream to come to her head again.

She didn't know how many memories of the past would pop up from time to time, affecting her mood.

She said to herself, "Jane, you are no longer the Jessica you used to be. Now the man sitting in the

front of you is the man who once made you fall into eternal doom." NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

You could never forgive him.

When the car suddenly stopped, Jane knew that they had arrived at the GrandVille Apartments.

She had a feeling of afraid when approaching home.

The door was slowly opened, and Jane looked around the yard through the car window, as if nothing

changed compared with five years ago.

She had a sense of stepping back in time.

Oliver got out of the car and opened the door for Jane.

Jane got out of the car, and every step she took towards the living room was heavy.

This place once carried her sadness and happiness.