Mr. CEO's Substitute Bride

Chapter 1352 - 1346:

Julia Zabinski was forcibly dragged back to the room by Benjamin Croft. The couple was already in the midst of a separation, and now with this situation, to prevent his wife from going out and causing more trouble, Benjamin had no choice but to lock the door from inside, watching Julia Zabinski in the room."Benjamin Croft, are you out of your mind? At a time like this, you’re still opposing me!"

Julia Zabinski was anxious enough to jump up and down, worried that Sophie Foster might smash her home into a mess again. She wanted to go out to stop it, but her husband Benjamin Croft shut her in the room.

"Don’t cause more trouble, let Nicholas handle it himself!" Benjamin Croft stood in front of the door. The tall man stood there, and Julia Zabinski tugged at him several times but couldn’t move him an inch.

"Benjamin Croft! Get out of my way!"

"No!"

"Move! I want to go out and see if she’s going to smash our things again!"

"Let her smash it, anyway, it’s all paid for by Nicholas!"

"Benjamin Croft!" Julia Zabinski widened her eyes. After a moment of confrontation, she suddenly started hitting Benjamin Croft, catching him off guard.

The bridge of his nose burned, like it had hot chili water poured on it.

The tall family member wasn’t without a temper, he just kept giving in to his wife.

Benjamin Croft touched the bridge of his nose, which had been scratched by Julia Zabinski, and suddenly a fierce gleam appeared in his eyes. This was the first time Julia Zabinski had seen Benjamin like this and realized she had lost control. Instinctively, she stepped back.

Her wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly by Benjamin Croft, who approached her, gritting his teeth, "Julia Zabinski, all these years I’ve been too accommodating to you!"

"You, what do you want to do?" Julia Zabinski retreated in panic, with Benjamin Croft closing in step by step, "What do I want to do? Doing what a husband should do to teach his wife a lesson!"

After a startled scream, Julia Zabinski lost the freedom to breathe.

In the living room, only Nicholas Croft and Sophie Foster remained. With Nicholas’s patient comfort, Sophie gradually calmed down, leaning against his chest, sucking her thumb, and pitifully calling out, "Daddy..."

Nicholas Croft sighed as he looked up, "Be good, baby, Daddy’s here."

In the bedroom upstairs of Damian Croft and his wife, the child Tongtong was already asleep on the small bed. It was still early, and neither of them felt sleepy, leaning against the bed. Damian Croft lit a cigarette, smoking while seemingly deep in thought.

Lydia Zimmerman slid under the covers, "Strange, how could you bring back someone with a mental illness?"

Damian Croft turned to glance at his wife, "Don’t talk nonsense, our brother will handle it himself."

"No, I didn’t mean anything by it, just wondering how someone with such good conditions as our brother could fancy someone with a mental illness?"

"Why do you interfere? Didn’t you say the previous woman was well-educated and unassuming? In the end, she turned out to be a slut. Besides, I heard from our brother that it was that woman who caused our sister-in-law to become like this!"

Lydia Zimmerman awkwardly touched her nose, turning over to leave her back to her husband, "How was I supposed to know she would be so bad? I’m not X-ray vision."

"If you don’t know, then don’t interfere. Our brother has his reasons for what he does!" Damian Croft reprimanded her. In his eyes, his brother Nicholas Croft was like a godly figure, having built his enterprise from scratch and achieved so much, even helping him start a small company. The home they lived in and everything they used was provided by his brother. With such a responsible brother, he would support him no matter what he did.

Originally bringing Sophie Foster back was to let the parents know of her existence, but it ended up like this.

In the morning, the first ray of light seeped through the gap in the curtains, falling on the floor and the large bed in the center of the bedroom.

A man and a woman lay on the bed, the man frowning even in his sleep, his arm around the woman who was turned away from him, quietly sobbing.