Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1178: Dianna, I Love You

Mort Thorne scanned the corridor, then walked to the stairwell and pressed a button to connect the call.

He remained silent, and Charles Bishop’s extremely lowered voice came through, "Mort, pack your things. Tomorrow morning’s ferry ticket, you need to leave immediately!"

Mort furrowed his brows, "What’s wrong?"

"Mort, we’ve been exposed, Wade is dead!" Charles Bishop’s suppressed voice carried a hint of crying.

Wade was the youngest of the Crimson Eye Soldiers, only 19 this year. He admired Mort Thorne the most, always chattering non-stop whenever he saw Mort.

Mort’s handsome eyebrows and eyes immediately darkened with a few streaks of terrifying bloodlust revealed in his stern, cold contours, the man brimming with killing intent instantly.

"Mort, Wade went back home, met a girl on the way. Wade’s never been in love and was smitten, little did he know that girl took a knife and stabbed him to death. That scorpion has already risen to power, using extremely bloodthirsty and brutal tactics, and he’s coming after you, that girl is his, the scorpion is seeking revenge, he’s targeting Crimson Eye and you!"

"Mort, you can’t stay here, Cain Shaw’s identity can’t be used either. The higher-ups will fabricate your death, you must immediately escape, hide somewhere else, tomorrow morning’s ferry ticket..."

"I can’t leave tomorrow morning."

Charles Bishop was taken aback for a few seconds before speaking, "Mort, is it because of Dianna again? Stop fooling around, you’re really in danger now!"

Mort pressed his thin lips together, "I can’t leave tomorrow morning; change it to tomorrow evening."

"Mort!"

"She is my life!"

Mort directly hung up the call.

The tall, robust figure lazily leaned against the wall, his other big hand was still in his trousers pocket, where he had hidden the diamond ring he bought,

He tightly clenched the diamond ring in his palm, his eyes reddened.

Wade’s death exposed the Crimson Eye Soldiers; those international big shots are all waiting for Crimson Eye exposure to perform a mad counterattack, he wasn’t alone, he really had to leave.

Mort tightly clutched this diamond ring, causing his palm to ache bitterly.

...

Mort returned to the villa and entered the bathroom to shower.

"Master Cain, are you there?" At this time, the busty woman walked in with a cup of coffee.

The room was empty, but the sounds of water "whooshing" came from the bathroom, the busty woman placed the coffee down, then sneakily pushed open the bathroom door.

The frosted glass door inside was half-open, the man’s body wasn’t visible, but his tall, muscular figure was faintly reflected against the frosted glass, he was bending down to wash his hair, tiny droplets splashed on his bronzed, alluring skin, creating water ripples.

The busty woman’s eyes shifted and she reached to undress herself.

At that moment, a deep, sharp voice came from inside, "Who’s there?"

The busty woman froze.

Inside, Mort Thorne turned his head, his ink-black eyes already seeing a graceful female figure through the frosted glass, he picked up a bottle of body wash and hurled it at the woman’s face.

Ah.

The busty woman screamed because the bottle of body wash hit her smack on the face.

She staggered a few steps backwards, crashing directly against the wall, her face warm, unsure from where bleeding came.

"Master Cain, what happened?" Several servants rushed in.

Then the frosted glass door opened, Mort Thorne walked out wearing a white bathrobe, cold dampness clinging to him, those sinister ink-black eyes locked onto the busty woman, a savage, harsh glare in them.

"Master Cain, spare me, I was wrong..." The busty woman pleaded, lying on the floor.

Because she had undressed, her chest was exposed, Mort glanced at her, eyes cold and disdainful, the restless maid wanting to crawl into his bed.

This maid was already showing her intentions when she fed grapes to his mouth, but his mind was occupied with Dianna, no time to deal with her.

Mort parted his thin lips, spit out a few ruthless words, "So desperate for men? Send her to the bar to get laid."

"Yes, Master Cain." Several servants dragged the busty woman away.

The busty woman never imagined she would meet this fate, going to the bar to lay means going into prostitution, "No, no, Master Cain, I dare not anymore, I truly dare not."

...

With the busty woman dragged away, the room was quiet again, Mort opened the door and entered the study.

In the study, the private steward was already waiting.

He made a call, asking someone to deal with his assets, he was leaving, many matters needed settling.

"Master Cain, any instructions?"

Mort sat on the leather chair, then pulled out a cigarette, lit it, took a leisurely drag, and exhaled before speaking, "Help me handle all movable and immovable assets, establish a charitable institution with the movable ones for the children in mountainous areas, leave the immovable ones to...Dianna."

The private steward glanced at the account books in hand, Mort was not only a man of valor but also had a knack for business, he owned numerous estates, wealthy enough to rival nations.

All said the underworld was most lucrative, akin to money laundering, the private steward could only admire Mort had too many properties under his name.

"Understood, Master Cain, but disposing of movable and immovable assets means you keep no money?" the private steward asked.

Mort tapped the cigarette in the ashtray, then took another drag with it on his thin lips, "I don’t need it."

"Got it, Master Cain."

Mort entrusted several more matters, the private steward accepted them one by one, which reassured him.

"Master Cain, is there anything else?"

Anything else?

The fires at Mort’s fingertips flickered, smoke blurred his coldly handsome face.

After a long time, he shook his head, "Nothing else."

Late at night, the private steward left, Mort stood alone on the balcony, still smoking, leaving the ashtray filled with cigarette butts.

He opened his palm to look, that diamond ring shone brightly there.

Tucking the ring into his trouser pocket, he drove to the hospital.

...

In the hospital.

Leah Thorne kept vigil by Dianna’s bedside, at that moment the ward door opened, Mort Thorne walked in.

"Brother." Leah stood up.

Mort walked to the bedside, "Leah, go rest, tonight I’ll stay with Dianna."

"Okay." Leah left, giving space to these two people.

Mort sat by the bed, lowering his handsome eyes at the girl on the bed, still unconscious, a drip attached to the back of her hand.

He used his rough fingertips to caress the girl’s tender little face, then leaned down to kiss her forehead, holding that kiss for a long time.

Dianna, I love you.

But this "I love you," you are destined not to hear.

If you ask me how much I love you, then I love you enough to exchange my life for yours.

...

The following morning.

Serena Sterling brought shocking good news, "Leah, great news, your test results came back, your bone marrow is a 100% match with Dianna’s, Dianna is saved!"