Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1383: A Slap Across Her Face

What?

Una was too shocked to speak.

In the room, Willow Crawford had already heard what the Imperial Physician said. Her lower abdomen had suffered from a severe impact, making it difficult for her to conceive in the future.

The heavens had taken away her ability to bear children; she was no longer a complete woman.

Why did this happen?

Willow Crawford’s small face, the size of a palm, was as pale as paper. Her pearly teeth bit her lower lip, quickly biting it to the point of bleeding.

Clearly, she had been careless today and had fallen into the trap set by the Merfolk Clan elder. Caring too much leads to trouble, and the elder had exploited her feelings for Morgan Ashworth.

Five years ago, she nearly took Morgan Ashworth’s life.

Five years later, she lost her ability to conceive for Morgan Ashworth.

Somehow, everything seemed predestined, like a debt she owed Morgan Ashworth, and now, it was time to repay it.

She and Morgan Ashworth were destined to have no ending.

"Princess Consort, the Imperial Physician’s words aren’t absolute. I’ve already sent news of your injury to Alani. Your mother will surely find a way to heal your body," Una comforted.

Willow Crawford’s long lashes fluttered. Her mother was a divine healer, particularly skilled in infertility issues, so she hadn’t been given a death sentence yet.

But Willow Crawford gently closed her eyes. Forget it... in this life, she only wanted to have a child for Morgan Ashworth.

If not for Morgan Ashworth, she wouldn’t have needed to have a child.

...

Willow Crawford returned to the royal household, her lower abdomen still aching. She wanted to return to her room to rest.

But Lady Pearl came over, "Willow Crawford, you haven’t explained what happened between you, Rosalind, and Mr. Linden. Tell me, why are you so malicious? Do you not want Rosalind to be happy, or is it that... you have your own designs on Mr. Linden?"

Willow Crawford didn’t want to waste time on Lady Pearl, so she went directly upstairs.

At this moment, the doors of the royal home were pushed open, and Rosalind Rowan returned.

"Rosalind, you’re finally back. You scared me to death," Lady Pearl said, looking at Rosalind Rowan with concern and anxiety.

Rosalind Rowan walked over to Willow Crawford. "Sister-in-law, today I can pretend nothing happened, but you need to do me a favor."

"Rosalind, what do you need?"

"Help me contact the Imperial Physician. I want to have a hymen repair surgery."

What?

Rosalind had dated several boyfriends and was no longer a virgin, and now she wanted to have a hymen repair surgery.

"Rosalind, why do you want this surgery?"

"Sister-in-law, Mr. Linden told me he likes pure and clean girls. I’m going to have the repair surgery and then ’cook the rice’ with him. That way, he’ll take responsibility for me."

"Rosalind, you..."

Rosalind grabbed Willow Crawford’s hand. She was very emotional and quickly reddened Willow’s small hand. "Sister-in-law, I really like Mr. Linden, so much. I can’t live without him. Without him, I’d die. Please, help me."

Five years ago, Willow Crawford knew Morgan Ashworth’s allure. So many excellent women were attracted to him, and five years later, his charm had only increased, easily ensnaring this Princess Rosalind.

Of course, Willow Crawford had no intention of mocking. She herself had fallen under Morgan Ashworth’s spell, unable to let go of her old feelings.

Now Rosalind was pleading bitterly. If Willow Crawford didn’t agree, she wouldn’t be able to extract herself from the situation. Actually, the root of the problem was still with Morgan Ashworth.

"Alright, Rosalind, I’ll help you arrange it," Willow Crawford said.

...

Willow Crawford immediately contacted the Imperial Physician to arrange the hymen repair surgery for Rosalind Rowan, while she went to find Morgan Ashworth.

"Princess Consort, my young master is in the study. Please, go in," Eleven led Willow Crawford to the study.

Willow Crawford pushed open the study door. Morgan Ashworth was sitting in his office chair, reviewing documents, and with a few strokes, he signed his name at the bottom.

"Morgan Ashworth, you break your word!" Willow Crawford directly accused.

Morgan Ashworth looked up from the documents. He was not surprised that Willow Crawford would come. On the contrary, this was all part of his plan. "Princess Consort, what do you mean by that? I’ve broken up with Rosalind Rowan and plan to leave soon, but Princess Rosalind continues to pester me. I’m quite troubled myself."

He’s really a cunning old fox, extremely sly, and Willow Crawford was furious, clenching her fists.

At this moment, Morgan Ashworth put down his pen, reached out, clasped her slender wrist, and pulled her in front of him. "I heard... you’ve arranged a hymen repair surgery for Rosalind?"

He even knew about this?

It seemed his influence had already penetrated into the royal household.

"Ha," Morgan Ashworth let out a low laugh from his throat, "I feel like giving a reward to you as the top Princess Consort. China’s Best Sister-in-law title should belong to you."

"Morgan Ashworth, what exactly do you want?"

Morgan Ashworth patted his own thigh. "If you sit on my lap, I’ll tell you."

He wanted her to sit on his lap!

This demand was too suggestive.

Willow Crawford curled her red lips, "Young Master Ashworth, you’re after those ten minutes again, aren’t you?"

Ten minutes?

She had labeled him with "ten minutes," mocking him from time to time.

Morgan Ashworth’s handsome face instantly turned cold. He was about to teach her a lesson when noises came from outside the door, "Princess Rosalind, you can’t go in. My master is handling official business!"

Willow Crawford was startled; Rosalind had arrived, and so quickly!

Willow Crawford considered whether to hide, but the study door was already pushed open. Rosalind appeared at the doorway, "Mr. Linden, I don’t want to break up with you. I really love you... Sister-in-law!"

Rosalind stared at Willow Crawford in shock, "Sister-in-law, why are you here?"

Willow Crawford, caught off guard, faced off with Rosalind, "..."

Before Willow Crawford could say anything, Morgan Ashworth spoke in a gentle tone, "Oh, the Princess Consort came for a little chat with me."

"Chat? About what?" Rosalind eyed Willow Crawford warily.

"Not much of anything. By the way, Princess Rosalind, there’s really no need to waste your time and energy on me any further. Even if you repair your hymen to perfection, I still won’t touch you."

Repair the hymen?

Rosalind stiffened, her recently repaired hymen being discovered was a severe slap in the face.

Rosalind glared at Willow Crawford, "Sister-in-law, how did Mr. Linden know I repaired my hymen? Did you tell him?"

Willow Crawford looked at Morgan Ashworth, and he raised an eyebrow, watching her with a teasing expression.

He was waiting to watch the drama unfold.

Yes, he wanted to see everything she tried to protect crumbling down. He wanted her abandoned by everyone, betrayed by her kin.

Without her wings, she might obediently stay by his side, right?

"Rosalind, listen to me. You’re not suitable for Mr. Linden. Forget him," Willow Crawford said bluntly.

"Sister-in-law, you really don’t want me to be with Mr. Linden. You’ve truly torn us apart. I’ve always treated you as family. How could you do this to me?"

Rosalind charged forward, landing a hard slap across Willow Crawford’s face.