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

What a simple wish it was. However, it wasn't until now that he, who suffered from an incurable disease, realized this point.

Things like money, power, and social status were extraterrestrial.

In the face of health, they were all secondary.

Without health, everything would end up in vain.

I held his hand and said, "Mr. ... Dad, I don't want your legacy. Take care of yourself. I believe you will definitely overcome the disease."

Looking at me, Finn couldn't help but shed tears.

After that, he turned around, intending to leave.

I walked over to his side and said, "Let's send you there."

Finn was a patient. And I was not sure how he got through.

He spat blood from coughing just now. What if something happened to him on the way...

"No need. No need. Just do your work. It's the driver who sent me here."

Chapter 505 Why Are You Pretending to Be a Saint?