Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1231: Father and Daughter Reunited
Dianna Hollis thought for a moment. She had been on this mission for a long time, and Dotty must miss her dearly.
Though her mother took good care of Dotty, that sweet little one was so attached to her mom.
"Whose call is it? Why not pick up?" Mort Thorne asked at that moment.
Dianna’s heart tightened. She really wanted to take the call, but doing so would reveal Dotty’s existence to Mort.
Dotty was her biggest surprise for him and couldn’t just appear in front of him so rashly.
Dianna tucked the phone into her embrace, casting him a playful glance, "It’s not convenient to answer."
Mort, being so astute, immediately sensed something was off with Dianna, "Who is calling? Is it that you don’t want me to know who’s on the other end?"
"This..."
"Hand me the phone," Mort demanded, opening his palm to ask for it.
"No," Dianna refused.
Mort frowned, "Secretive for sure hides something. Is it Raymond Alden, or some other man?"
As he spoke, Mort reached to snatch the phone from Dianna’s grasp.
Quick on her feet, Dianna hid the phone and wrapped her arms around Mort’s neck, "Don’t take my things."
Mort clearly wasn’t swayed by her charms, "Then tell me who’s on the other end of the call."
"Alright, I can tell you, but... it has to wait until tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Mort was reluctant to wait.
"Yes, tomorrow not only will I tell you who the person is, but I will also arrange for you to meet them."
Dianna was sincere. Tomorrow she would bring Dotty over and have her meet Mort.
She intended to tell Mort, you’ve become a father, you became a father three years ago, you have a daughter.
Seeing the radiance in Dianna’s eyes, Mort decided to go along with her this time, "Alright then, I’ll go along with you."
Dianna swiftly gave a peck on his handsome cheek, "mua~"
As a sign of encouragement.
"Is that little reward meant to placate a puppy?"
"What do you want then?"
Mort reached over to pull the blanket over them both, "You tell me..."
...
Deep in the night, all was silent.
Dianna slept, her little head resting on the man’s chest, her sleeping face serene and beautiful.
But Mort was still awake, lazily leaning on the headboard, his forehead damp with sweat, beads of which trickled down his chiseled features onto his bare chest, his bronze skin marked with amorous traces.
With one arm around Dianna, he held a cigarette between the fingers of his other hand, smoking with a wild and unruly air.
He took a deep drag, looking down at Dianna’s little face, his gaze deep and complex.
Dianna, no matter what happens tomorrow, don’t leave me.
He gently caressed her cheek with the rough tip of his fingers, which still held the cigarette...
...
The next morning.
When Dianna woke up, Mort was already gone, and on the nightstand was a note: "I went to get breakfast."
Dianna curved her lips, then dragged her tired body out of bed, washed her face and brushed her teeth, and pulled open the curtains. The sunlight was just right, and she stretched leisurely.
A beautiful day began at dawn.
Dianna took out her phone, intending to call Dotty.
Just then, "ding dong," the apartment doorbell rang, someone was at the door.
Who could it be?
Mort?
He returned so quickly!
Dianna ran to open the apartment door, "Ian, you’re back..."
The next moment, she froze because it wasn’t Mort outside but a group of police officers in black uniforms.
"Are you Dianna Hollis? Miss Hollis, hello. This morning at five, the chief suddenly collapsed. We rushed him to the hospital for gastric decontamination. The doctors say he was poisoned. He’s now in intensive care and hasn’t regained consciousness. Our investigation shows that the chief had dinner here last night at eight. We have reason to suspect you poisoned his food. We need to arrest you as a suspect. Please cooperate with our investigation."
Dianna’s face turned pale fast, what, the chief was poisoned and unconscious?
How could this happen?
Last night the chief was perfectly fine.
Dianna had always admired and respected the chief deeply. Hearing about his condition made her eyes instantly redden.
...
In the police station.
Dianna was shackled with cold handcuffs, repeatedly interrogated by the officers.
"I’ve told you everything I should. I didn’t poison the chief. You can investigate all you need. Can I see him now? I want to see him," Dianna said.
At this moment, the sharp sound of high heels echoed, signaling someone’s arrival.
Dianna looked up and saw Melissa.
Melissa, in a red trench coat, approached haughtily.
She stopped in front of Dianna, staring her down coldly, "Dianna, do you know what the consequences of harming the chief are?"
Dianna looked at Melissa, "I didn’t do it."
"Even now, you still want to deny it?"
Melissa raised her hand, intending to slap Dianna.
But she missed because Dianna raised her shackled hand, grabbing Melissa’s wrist and squeezing it hard.
Melissa felt as if her wrist was about to break, "Let go, Dianna! Poisoning the chief wasn’t enough, now you dare to harm the chief’s daughter too? Someone, restrain her now!"
"Dianna, let go of the chief’s daughter, or we’ll blow your head off."
An officer drew his gun, aiming it at Dianna’s head.
Dianna coolly looked at the officers, then released Melissa with a swing. Melissa staggered back a few steps, nearly losing her balance.
"Miss, are you okay?"
Melissa felt both embarrassed and infuriated. She hated Dianna so much, wishing Dianna would disappear from the face of the earth at once.
If not for Dianna, Mort would be hers. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
Ever since Dianna appeared, she’d overshadowed Melissa in every way. Now, even at her downfall, Dianna dared act so arrogantly. Melissa wouldn’t stand for it; she wanted to teach Dianna a lesson and make her beg in agony.
Melissa wielded an electric baton, fiercely striking the back of Dianna’s knee.
The pain caused Dianna to break into a cold sweat; she dropped to one knee, hand braced against the floor.
Melissa curled her lips, stepping forward in her heels and raising her hand to slap Dianna hard on the right cheek...
Only to be stopped, as a large hand caught Melissa’s wrist.
Had Melissa’s wrist not broken earlier, with a crack now, she felt a piercing pain, her wrist fracturing.
Ah!
She screamed sharply.
The person released her with a flick, causing her to tumble back.
Like a falling kite, Melissa crashed backward.
Thud, she hit the wall with her forehead, seeing stars from the impact.







