The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 211

Chapter 211 The old man wakes up

Elvis went to the study room. He hastily reached out and brushed off all the documents on the desk to the ground.

He ripped off the tie around his neck and threw it to the carpet.

Elvis shut his eyes and swiftly opened them again, his eyes had completely reddened.

Elvis knew that his m ental state was deteriorating, and he was displaying the symptoms of his sickness again.

All he wanted was to rush back to bedroom and be by Olive’s side. He was feeling really uncomfortable, and his mind was filled with Olive’s beautiful face.

Elvis suddenly began sweating. He stood swiftly as he couldn’t control himself again anymore. He opened the drawer and took out a bottle of sleeping pills.

He opened the bottle and poured three sleeping pills into his mouth and swallowed them.

Elvis hoped for the sleeping pills to be effective. Because he wanted going to sleep and not have to disturb Olive.

Dawn the next day.

Olive headed downstairs and saw Mrs. Samantha setting the dinning time. The old lady smiled lovingly and said,

“Olive, you’re awake. What’s wrong with your eyes? Why are they swollen?” She halted and focused her attention on Olive’s eyes.

Olive had cried for a very long time the previous night, and her entire eye socket was swollen. Although she had placed a hot towel on it, it was still very swollen.

“Grandma, it’s nothing serious. I was writing my thesis, and I had to stay up late. I probably didn’t get enough rest.”

What sort of thesis has to be written at night? You can write it during the day. You’re not allowed to stay up late in the future. Not having enough sleep will affect your level of production in a day. Endeavor to get enough sleep, okay?” Madam Samantha advised lovingly.

Olive nodded with a sad smile. She didn’t want Mrs. Samantha to be aware of the problem between her and Elvis. Even if she wasn’t warned by Elvis the previous night, she still would have kept it a

secret.

Phoebe meowed and suddenly ran over.

Olive bent and hugged Phoebe in her arms. She caressed Phoebe’s soft fur dotingly.

“By the way, Olive, why isn’t Elvis up yet? He rarely wakes up this late.” Mrs. Samantha observed.

Irregardless of their problem, Olive was still very worried about Elvis’s condition. She couldn’t help. but wonder if he was able to have some sleep.

“Grandma, I’ll go check up on him.” Olive carried Phoebe and headed upstairs to the study room

Once she had arrived at the door of the study, she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

Elvis still wasn’t awake. The amount of sleeping pills that he had taken the previous night was overdose.

Unexplainably, he heard the knock on the door, and his eyes quickly fluttered open.

He had fallen asleep on the sofa. Immediately, he sat up and his head ached immensely. Without having to look in the mirror, Elvis knew that he looked extremely bad.

The knock landed on the door again, and in the next second, the door was pushed open. Olive’s beautiful figure appeared beside the door, and her clear eyes looked into the study room.

Elvis looked up and his eyes met hers. Today, Olive was clothed in a long, light, yellow dress. Her long hair was tucked behind her earlobes.

Elvis was totally caught off guard by Olive’s presence. He didn’t expect her to show up in the study

room.

Olive stood by the door and looked at him, but she didn’t walk in.

“Grandma asked me to check up on you.” Olive muttered calmly.

“Understood.” Elvis lifted up the blanket which was on his body, and he found out that the sleeping pill was still in his hand. He had forgotten to place it back in the drawer.

Olive walked in slowly and asked.

“Are you alright? How was your sleep? Can I check your pulse?” Olive was about to move closer to him.

Elvis narrowed his eyes, and quickly covered the sleeping pill with the quilt.

Olive halted alongside Phoebe.

Elvis didn’t want her to see the pill, and he also didn’t need her to check his pulse. He really didn’t want her caring for him anymore.

“You don’t understand what privacy means, right? Get the hell outta here!” Elvis picked up the pillow and threw it directly at her face.

Olive stood still, and didn’t try to dodge. The pillow smashed into her face. Although the pillow was light and didn’t hurt her face, Olive felt an unexplainable hurt in her heart. And her heart was

shattered.

Her eyes clouded with tears, and she turned around and hurried out of the study room.

Elvis clenched his fist and let out a painful sigh. Suddenly, Phoebe began crying. Elvis lowered his eyes and looked at her.

It was

who bought Phoebe, but Phoebe’s love was all for Olive.

Olive had suppressed her emotions and went to the hospital to visit the old Mr. Hart.

Mr. Hart laid on the hospital’s bed and was still not awake. Olive brought a bucket of warm water and towel, and cleaned the old man’s body.

“Grandpa, please wake up soon, you’re the only relative i have left in Los Angeles. Please, grandpa.” Olive muttered sadly, as she continued wiping his body.

The old man had loved Olive very much. When Olive was a child, he would carry Olive on his shoulders and play around with her.

North walked in and consoled,

“Olive, it’s okay, okay? Don’t worry too much. I believe that he’ll wake up soon.”

The Subediate linkle linded by My Billionaire Husand

Chapter 211 The old man wakes up

Olive nodded and held onto North’s hand.

“Olive, look!” North exclaimed in shock.

Olive turned her head and saw old Mr. Hart’s fingers moving. Slowly, the old man’s eyes were opened as well.

Mr. Hart was awake!

Olive had dreamt about the day that her grandfather would wake. But now that the old man was awake and before her, Olive was shocked and dumfounded.

“Grandpa, you’re finally awake!” Olive screamed happily.

Old Mr. Hart had been in a vegetative state for more than ten years. His cloudy and dull. confusingly.

“Little Miss.” He muttered weakly.

Olive’s eyes radiated with happiness. She held tighter to his hands and corrected,

“Grandpa, I’m not little miss. I’m your granddaughter, Olive. It’s me Olly.” Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Old Mr. Hart shook his head and insisted,

“Olive is my little miss. She’s my young mistress.”