Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 1250: A Light Boat Across the Vast Sea, He Returns from Afar!

Chapter 1250: Chapter 1250: A Light Boat Across the Vast Sea, He Returns from Afar!

Unable to start over, cannot afford to lose.

This land of dreams, he has deeply rooted his life and soul here, yet his trace is nowhere.

Wandering, always wandering, he is still out there wandering.

Mort Thorne, where are you?

Dianna Hollis gently closed her eyes, saying in her heart, Mort Thorne, I miss you so much.

...

Back in the yard, Dianna suddenly halted her steps because she saw the door was open.

Someone is home.

Someone from the family is here.

Who is it?

Dianna’s heart raced wildly, a crazy thought almost surfaced — could it be... has he returned?

Dianna bolted inside, her eyes lit with joy as she called out, "Mort Thorne..."

The next moment, her smile froze.

Not Mort Thorne, but Scissors.

Scissors brought a basket of vegetables and fruits, freshly picked from the field, as he caught sight of Dianna, he said, "Sis, you’re back?"

Dianna quickly curled her lips briefly, then carried the basket to the kitchen, started washing the vegetables, "Scissors, it’s almost noon, stay and eat with us."

Scissors scratched his head awkwardly, "No, Sis, we have tasks to do later, Sis, I’ll head off first."

Scissors walked out, closing the door behind him.

The surroundings returned to silence, Dianna’s hands slowed down as she picked vegetables, lowering her head, her eyes gradually reddening.

Longing turned into an ailment, swelling uncontrollably.

As tears threatened to fall, Dianna quickly lifted her head, through the window, gazing at the distant horizon.

Tears streamed back inside.

She refused to cry.

Until Mort Thorne returned, she wouldn’t shed a tear.

She would stay strong.

Dianna had a good appetite, consumed a whole bowl of rice, and drank a bowl of rib soup. Ever since becoming pregnant, she ate a bowl of rice each meal, aiming to nourish herself and the baby, making them plump and healthy.

At night, she laid in bed sleeping.

Half asleep and half awake, a familiar, deep, and gentle voice reached her ears, calling her name, "Dianna."

Dianna slowly opened her eyes, standing on a green lawn, spring breeze blowing, birds singing, flowers richly fragrant.

"Dianna."

The voice continued calling.

Dianna raised her eyes, before her stood a tall and sturdy figure — it was Mort Thorne.

Mort Thorne.

Her Mort Thorne.

Mort Thorne smiled, his lips curved, slowly opening his arms, voice filled with deep affection, "Come here, let me hold you."

He said, come here, let me hold you.

Dianna lifted her feet, walking towards him step by step, gazing dazedly at his handsome, rugged face, "Mort Thorne, is... it you?"

Mort Thorne nodded, "It’s me."

"Mort Thorne, have you... come home?"

"Yes, I’ve come home."

Dianna’s eyes reddened, her feet surged ahead, charging straight into his wide embrace.

But in the next second, Mort Thorne turned into a wisp of blue smoke, disappearing.

He was gone.

He left.

Dianna froze in place, searching for him everywhere, flowers withering rapidly, dawn replaced by cloudy overcast, her world darkened.

Couldn’t find Mort Thorne.

Couldn’t find him.

Dianna abruptly woke up.

...

Dianna awoke, but did not open her eyes.

Training sounds already echoed outside, it was five in the morning, she had awoken from her dream.

In these half-month, 16 days and nights, she waited every day, hoping that in the first glance when she opened her eyes in the morning, he would stand before her.

But every day she waited in anticipation, only to be disappointed.

Disappointment building up, on this morning, she dared not open her eyes, afraid of despair.

A suffocating, cutting pain spread through her body, making it hard to breathe.

She reached out, trembling, touching the spot beside her on the bed.

Empty and cold.

No, he’s still not back.

Her slender, butterfly-wing-like eyelashes began to quiver, her white teeth tightly clenching her lower lip, until drawing a blood stain on her lips, sadness flowing like a river, large, heavy tears dropping from her eyes.

days.

She endured 16 full days.

On the 17th morning, she broke down.

The 16 days felt like a lifetime.

Sorry, Mort Thorne.

She said she would be strong, said she wouldn’t cry, but here without anyone seeing, the scorching tears uncontrollable, she burst into sobs instantly.

Mort Thorne, where have you gone?

Mort Thorne, come back soon, please?

Mort Thorne, I’m longing for your embrace.

Her heart hurt so much that it felt it might stop in the next second.

Dianna reached out two slender arms, hugging her own delicate shoulders, lying sideways, sobbing quietly but with despair.

...

In the bathroom, Dianna stood by the sink, looking at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes swollen from weeping.

Right then, a "knock, knock" sound came from the door, and outside was Charles Bishop’s voice, "Sis."

Charles Bishop came so early?

Dianna had a bad feeling, she quickly went to open the door, "Brother Charles, what’s wrong?"

"Sis, a small town has discovered a male corpse, decomposed after soaking in seawater."

Dianna froze completely.

...

An hour later.

The Jeep pulled over outside the police hall in the small town, Dianna walked into the autopsy room.

"This is the body we retrieved from the river this morning, likely dead for half a month, you all can identify it," said the officer.

Half a month.

The timeline matched.

Charles Bishop and Scissors looked at the corpse covered in white cloth, seeing the tall and strong physique, it seemed similar.

Really similar.

Dianna approached the corpse, an employee reached out to lift the cloth, Dianna suddenly said, "No need to look, it’s not him."

"Sis," Charles Bishop murmured, "We understand how you feel, but at least lift to have a look, just in case..."

"Just in case what?" Dianna turned to Charles Bishop, the pale, beautiful eyes flashing with a piercing chill.

Charles Bishop froze.

The staff quickly added, "We’ve already collected the deceased’s DNA, you can take it for comparison."

Charles Bishop reached out to take it.

In the next second, with a "smack," Dianna reached out to knock the file bag onto the ground.

"Sis!" Tears "whoosh" from Scissors’ eyes.

Charles Bishop’s eyes also reddened.

"Sorry." Dianna raised her hand to her forehead instantly, apologized softly, feeling dizzy.

"Sis, are you alright?"

"I’m fine, I’m not being emotional, it isn’t him, if you don’t believe me, take the DNA for comparison."

After speaking, Dianna lifted her foot to leave, "I’m going out for some air, don’t follow me."

...

Dianna left the police hall, walking aimlessly along the street, aware it wasn’t Mort Thorne, she didn’t need to see to know.

Charles Bishop and others not believing didn’t matter.

At this moment she felt a swelling pain in her abdomen, her baby.

Dianna’s petite face turned pale like a sheet, she wore a floral long dress today, wrapped in a pale yellow cardigan, her entire being gentle as water, but her condition was bad, and her baby started to deteriorate too.

Her vision went dark, felt faint.

"Oh, miss, are you alright?" Two elderly women supported Dianna in time.

Dianna steadied herself briefly, the dizziness quickly dissipated, but she dared not walk, "I’m fine, thank you."

Dianna sat on a bench at a bus stop, waiting for Charles Bishop and others there.

After confirming Dianna was alright, the two elderly women turned to leave, chatting as they walked

"I heard your husband saved someone half a month ago."

"Yes, half a month ago, my husband acted crazy, as soon as the tornado hit, he ventured to Mount Cinder to gather matsutake mushrooms, the area was flooded completely, but you know what my husband saw? Below was a watery ocean several feet deep, yet wedged inside a rock crevice was a person; the rushing tidal wave hit but didn’t sweep the person away, stuck in place!"

"My goodness, fate spared that one; were he swept into the sea, surely he would have died."

"Indeed, that person was remarkably lucky, rescued with severe injuries, we thought he wouldn’t make it, but he got up in half a month, truly miraculous."

"Where is that person now?"

"There!" One woman pointed, across the street a bus sped by revealing the mature, rugged handsome face.

It was Mort Thorne.

From the depths of the ocean, he returned from afar.

Mort and Dianna’s tale — complete.