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

I pushed my way through the crowd and saw Ryan dressed in casual clothes and a loose and thin sweater outside. He was shouting at a beggar, who looked pitiful and lay on the ground.

With a sorrowful look on his face, the beggar said, "Why are you doing this? I just asked you for money, okay? It's okay that you won't give me any money. Besides, I am indeed disabled."

"Are you indeed disabled? Do you look like someone disabled?"

As Ryan spoke, he reached out, intending to pull the beggar up.

Those who would come to the temple were all kind-hearted people. As soon as they saw Ryan's action, they began to blame him one after another.

"Look at you. You're so old. How can you be like this?"

"That's right. What can a disabled man do?"

"You're going too far. It's fine that you won't give him any money. But you're bullying him!"

Chapter 240 Calling the Police