Every woman was looking forward to marrying her beloved man. So was I. I married Patrick Cowell, the man who I had a crush on for twelve years, in the name of my sister. My sister Caroline and I were twins, but she grew up in a rich and noble family while I grew up in an orphanage. She begged me to marry Patrick as her substitute because she didn't want to marry him. I agreed sweetly. Patrick was the only heir of the richest family in this city. Handsome, rich, and powerful. However, I didn't expect that he treated me cruelly in bed as if I was his enemy. Because he knew I was not his bride? Oh no!!!

Substitute Bride,Substitute Love

After Tyler left, I went to Patrick's ward.

He lived in a super VIP ward of this hospital. And his ward alone took up more than 100 square meters.

As I was about to enter the ward, I saw that Patrick was lying on the bed and that Wilson was reporting to him on the side.

After a while, Wilson came out. When he saw me, he looked at me with a little strange look in his eyes.

After entering the ward, I walked over to Patrick's bedside. A corner of Patrick's hospital gown peeked out of the quilt, revealing a white gauze. And drip-feeding was hanging on the side.

"I am good as long as you're fine."

Patrick reached out and held my hand.

Although Patrick's internal organs didn't get hurt, he had bled a lot. According to the doctor in the hospital, Patrick needed to stay in the hospital for at least a week. And then he could go home to rest.

Chapter 79 He Is Taking a Shower