Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1196: I Never Abandoned You~

Dianna looked at his amputated right leg, gently stroking the injury he sustained, and felt an unbearable ache in her heart.

Three years ago, he no longer wanted her, so she shouldn’t still feel heartache for him. But she couldn’t control herself; she knew she still loved him deeply.

Dianna bowed her head and lightly kissed the amputated area.

Mort quickly raised his hand to cover his bloodshot eyes, his voice hoarse as it rolled out of his throat, "Dianna~"

Dianna was focused, but hearing his husky voice, she sensitively noticed the change in his body. She swiftly got off him, "Go take a cold shower!"

Mort knew how bad he was at the moment. He stood up and entered the shower room.

...

Watching his tall, muscular figure disappear from her sight, Dianna sat on the sofa, quietly curling her lips.

Just then, there were two "beep beep" sounds; a phone rang.

Dianna glanced over. On the coffee table lay a phone, old-model, his phone; it was a call for him.

Shouldn’t he change his phone?

Dianna reached out and picked up his phone, pressing the button to connect the call. A young, lively female voice came from the other end, "Uncle, where are you now? I heard today you were captured by the police on the highway. I went to the station to process your papers, but they said you’ve been taken away. Where are you now? I’ll drive to pick you up."

For these three years, Mort had been in the mountains. He had sent many top students to high schools. The voice on the other end was Faye, a newly graduated prestigious university student, capable and beautiful, now a lawyer.

Dianna’s feathers trembled slightly, Mort had said he hadn’t had a woman in these three years, but that didn’t mean there were no women around him.

There was a "click," and the shower room door opened. Mort came out.

Dianna glanced back, her gaze landing on his handsome face.

Mort was wiping his wet hair when he quickly noticed something unusual. His phone was still in her small hand, he glanced at his phone with an unchanged expression, "Did you answer my call?"

Dianna handed the phone back to him, "There’s a beautiful woman looking for you."

She emphasized the word "beautiful," with an unmistakable hint of jealousy.

Mort took his phone, "Hey... I’m okay... hang up first..."

He said a few simple words and then hung up the call.

"Why not chat a bit longer? Am I bothering you here?"

Mort looked at Dianna; her expression had already changed, icy, like a little hedgehog, full of aggression. He felt she seemed to misunderstand something.

"She’s just a student, she calls me Uncle, there’s nothing between us." Mort explained.

Dianna let out a cold laugh, "I thought now that you’re disabled, there wouldn’t be those romantic affairs. Seems I was wrong, you’re still endlessly charming, with many young girls around."

Mort internally shouted, "Wronged," he really hadn’t done anything, "Don’t misunderstand, they’re just kids. I only sponsored them, and they are grateful."

Grateful?

Not just that?

Just now, hearing that young girl’s anxious concern wasn’t just gratitude.

Dianna became angrier, "So all these three years you’ve been sponsoring those pretty young girls, no wonder you didn’t want me."

"...Dianna, I didn’t abandon you, I just..." he truly felt he couldn’t explain.

At this moment, a melodious phone ringtone sounded, it was a call for Dianna.

She quickly went to answer; it was a call from FIU.

"Dianna, starting now, your vacation is over, you must return to the team immediately. The drug lord Scorpion has surfaced around Kenton; this time we must take him down."

"Okay."

Dianna hung up the phone and grabbed a coat to go out.

Mort watched her charming silhouette leave, his heroic brows furrowed, "So late, where are you going?"

Dianna glanced back at him and said calmly, "I have a mission, I’m leaving first, you leave a bit later."

Dianna left.

Mort was left alone in the room; he curled his thin lips. At that moment, there were two "ding ding" sounds; he got a call too — it was Charles.

...

On the bustling streets of City of Crestfall, a van parked by the roadside.

Mort opened the passenger door and jumped in, Charles was in the driver’s seat.

Charles handed a few pictures to him, "Mort, Scorpion has appeared in Kenton."

Mort glanced at the picture of Scorpion; his deep, dark eyes surged with a bloodthirsty killing intent. This Scorpion had killed Wade and crippled one of his legs; it was time to seek this blood debt.

Mort tossed the photos back to Charles, reclined the passenger seat, covered his handsome face with a baseball cap, and closed his eyes to rest.

"Mort, this time the old man sent people to assist us."

"Hmm?" Mort responded indifferently.

"FIU."

"Oh." Mort didn’t react much.

Charles glanced out the car window, "Mort, did you go looking for Miss Hollis?"

Mort kept silent.

Charles sighed, three years ago, Mort’s leg was indeed injured by gunfire, but had he not donated bone marrow to Dianna, this leg wouldn’t have been crippled.

To be frank, Mort’s leg was crippled because of Dianna.

Three years, Mort was alone, from 35 years old to 38, he knew Mort’s thoughts had always lingered on Dianna.

"Mort, let’s set off for Kenton; this time, the chief’s intention is, once Scorpion is caught, you’ll get a new identity, the old man wants you to take his place." Charles’s words carried undeniable excitement.

At this moment, Mort took off the baseball cap covering his face.

Charles laughed, "Mort, everyone’s waited for this day for too long, you can finally wear the military uniform!"

Mort’s physique and frame, in military camo, would surely dazzle many people.

Mort didn’t respond to this, seeming uninterested. He pulled out the phone from his trouser pocket and tossed it to Charles, "Help me figure out how to play WeChat?"

"WeChat?"

Charles was very surprised; why would Mort suddenly play WeChat?

"Mort, to play WeChat, you first need to download an app, but your phone is too old, not enough storage. You’ll need a new phone to play it."

"How much does a new phone cost?"

"At least three thousand."

Mort furrowed his thick brows, retrieving the old phone back into his pocket.

Charles knew Mort didn’t have money; three years ago, he had managed all his real estate through private caretakers, donating them to charity funds. All his movable assets were converted and transferred to Dianna’s name, making Dianna somewhat of a billionaire little rich lady, although it’s unknown if she knew about her wealth.

These three years, Mort was in the mountains under a false identity, pouring all his effort into the mountain children. Now asking him to pay three thousand, he really didn’t have it.