Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1141: Cain Shaw, I Miss You So Much

Chapter 1141: Chapter 1141: Cain Shaw, I Miss You So Much

Kate Lee’s pupils contracted sharply as she looked at Mort Thorne, utterly shocked. What was he saying?

At this moment, Mort spoke again, "I regret it."

"What?" Kate asked.

"I regret it. I shouldn’t have sneaked away that day. I shouldn’t have left her there alone. She wouldn’t marry Yuric Thatcher, even if she did, it wasn’t willingly. It must be her mother and Yuric forcing her. I know, I know it all."

Kate was stunned, unsure of what to say.

Charles Bishop jumped up, "Mort, I think you’ve really gone crazy. You’re losing your mind over Dianna Hollis."

So what?

Mort lifted his foot and walked away directly.

"Mort!"

"Mort Bro!"

Kate and Charles exclaimed simultaneously. They wanted to keep Mort, but he was determined, and they didn’t know how to stop his steps.

At this moment, Mort suddenly paused; his addiction had flared up again.

The poison came too violently, and the intervals between its attacks were getting shorter. Mort couldn’t leave this place, let alone find Dianna.

He had been detoxing every day, enduring endless suffering.

Mort suddenly kneeled on one knee, kneeling on the mottled floor, his heavy lashes drooping down like brushes, his chest heaving violently.

When his addiction flared up, it was as if countless little bugs were crawling in his blood. He reached out a rough large palm to grab his skin, trying to claw something out.

"Mort Bro!" Kate exclaimed in shock; she knew it was serious, "Mort Bro, you can’t keep scratching your body. Your old wounds haven’t healed, and you’ve added new ones; they’ve already become infected. If you keep scratching, there won’t be a single patch of healthy skin left, and without treating your addiction, you’ll die from festering wounds!"

Kate pressed down on Mort’s large hand.

Mort’s dark eyes turned blood-red, and he shook Kate off, wanting to grab himself.

But at this moment, Charles quickly tied Mort’s hands with a rope, stopping his actions.

"Kiki, Mort’s addiction is hitting again. I checked; Mort hasn’t added any new wounds, which means yesterday he didn’t self-harm and managed through on his own. You should think, did you give Mort any herbs yesterday!" Charles said.

Yesterday, Mort was about to self-harm, so Charles tied him to a chair and rushed out to get herbs, but when he came back, Mort was already better.

Did something happen in between?

Charles looked at Kate full of hope; he thought Kate must have found some miraculous cure to save Mort.

But Kate understood; nothing was different from before except... Dianna, Dianna had come.

Dianna had entered that room and had a physical intimacy with Mort, and Mort made it through because of it.

Dianna was like Mort’s medicine, helping him overcome the pain brought by addiction.

But Kate couldn’t tell Mort and Charles about this; once she did, she knew she’d be irrelevant here.

She absolutely couldn’t let herself lose her value.

"Kiki, why aren’t you speaking? Speak up!" Charles urged.

"I..."

At this moment, light footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door; someone was coming.

Charles quickly became alert and looked up. The door was one of those old kinds, with windows covered in white paper, where you couldn’t see inside from outside, but those inside could see silhouettes outside.

Now a slender body appeared on that window, looking very familiar.

Charles froze; he recognized it. It was... Dianna!

Yesterday, Kate said she saw Dianna, and he didn’t believe it. Now, he saw Dianna with his own eyes.

It’s Dianna.

Dianna has come.

Charles turned immediately to look at Mort beside him, only to see Mort’s blood-red eyes already fixed on the window, staring at that delicate silhouette.

Staring intensely.

Inside the room, there was a dead silence; even Kate looked up at that delicate silhouette. The moment the girl arrived, Mort’s tall body suddenly stiffened.

They all recognized her; Mort must have recognized her instantly as well.

He knew, Dianna had come!

Dianna had come to his side!

...

Outside the door, Dianna stood quietly, then raised her hand, her soft fingertip touching the window paper.

She didn’t knock immediately, but her five soft fingers lightly stroked the door window, like a loving girl stroking her lover’s handsome face.

Mort moved a bit.

Charles quickly pressed Mort’s arm, shaking his head.

This trip to Miaojiang was extremely dangerous; Mort hadn’t restored his true identity yet. Once revealed, he’d be hunted endlessly, leading to a road of blood.

Blood Eyes solved too many top figures internationally. He’s like a nail causing unease, everyone wanting to uncover his mystery and uproot him.

In Charles’s mind, Dianna was always an outsider.

Mort remained expressionless, but he stood up, walked to the door with long strides.

He easily reversed his hand to unbind the ropes tied around him, then slowly raised his hand, his coarse fingertip through the door window reaching for the girl’s small hand.

Clearly not touching, but it felt like he did.

A door separating two worlds.

But her heart was right at his fingertips, within reach.

She’s here!

She’s really here!

Mort never thought she’d come to Miaojiang, would find him so quickly. Wasn’t she married? Jodie, though forceful, was definitely a good mom. Did she abandon her mother?

Mort had so many questions, he wished he could open the door and pull her fiercely into his arms.

He missed her very much.

He wanted to hold her.

Outside the door, Dianna withdrew her fingers and knocked "knock knock" on the door, "Cain, it’s me."

Inside, Mort’s throat bobbed up and down; he slightly closed his deep eyes, then spoke, "Dianna, why are you here?"

Dianna heard his voice, hoarse, magnetic, yet unusually cold.

He didn’t seem happy about her arrival.

Dianna was a keen person, immediately furrowing her brows, "Did I come to Miaojiang for tourism? Of course, I’m here to find you. That day when I went into surgery, you promised me I’d see you when I opened my eyes, but I didn’t. So, I had to come find you myself."

"Cain," Dianna gently called his name, "I’ve been looking for you; I miss you very much."

She said Cain, I miss you very much.

During these painful detoxing days, Mort often thought of those times belonging to Cain Shaw and Tanya Sullivan. Those weren’t their real names and would be gradually forgotten by others, but they were the most splendid times they committed to love, exclusive memories for just the two.

Mort just wanted to hear her voice, but he couldn’t control himself anymore, reaching out and "swish" pulled the door open.