Substitute Wife for the Mafia King R18-Chapter 419: Test of Trust

"What are you trying to imply? I told you that it must have been because I happened to be the first person that he saw. I was closest to him at the time," I replied as I tried to calm my wildly beating heart.

Bradon was clearly suspicious of me, but I wasn’t sure exactly what he was suspicious of. Did he think that I had something to do with his brother’s car accident?

"You tell me. Why do you think my brother called out your name like that?" Bradon continued interrogating me like I was some kind of prisoner under arrest.

"Are you trying to imply that I had something to do with Anthony’s accident? Are you trying to blame me?" I asked incredulously.

Bradon just stared at me without saying anything. His lack of response only made anger boil up faster inside of me.

It just didn’t make any sense that he was treating me like some kind of suspect simply because Anthony called out my name when he regained consciousness. I was certain that I had nothing to do with his accident.

"How can I possibly have anything to do with his accident? I haven’t even met him or been in contact with him for so long," I said defensively.

"Then why do you think he called out your name like that?" Bradon repeated his question once more as if he wasn’t at all satisfied with the answers that I had given him.

"I don’t know!" I yelled quite loudly.

All the tension and frustration that had gathered inside of me burst forth, and I ended up speaking louder than I had intended. Bradon seemed shocked for a brief moment at my outburst, but he refused to say anything. I bit down hard on my lower lip as I slowly stood up from the sofa.

"Well, your brother is awake now. There’s no need for us to argue over this when we can simply just ask Anthony.

When he can accept visitors, let’s just go there together and ask him," I said as I felt my body shaking with anger.

I stormed out of the room before Bradon could find the opportunity to say anything to me. It felt pointless for us to waste any more time arguing since neither of us knew the true answer to the question that bothered us both.

"I hope we can see you really soon..." I muttered under my breath when I was finally out of the living room.

...

Despite everyone’s desire to spend time with Anthony, we had to step out so that the doctors and nurses could deal with him. Apparently, many checks needed to be performed now that he had regained consciousness. The doctor explained to us later that there was a high risk that Anthony would lapse back into his coma and that he needed to receive prompt and proper medical attention.

I was in no position to argue with the doctors, and everything was pretty much handled by Anthony’s parents after they rushed to the hospital upon learning the news that he had woken up. What I didn’t know at that time was that it would be a few more days before I actually got to meet Anthony again.

After our argument, it became hard for us to communicate normally because it felt like there was an invisible wall between us that refused to go away. Asking Anthony about why he called out my name instead of my sister’s when he woke up-despite the fact that she was also in the room-was supposed to be a simple solution to our argument, but as fate would have it, we had to wait much longer than we initially thought to see Anthony again.

Despite being told by the hospital that it might take some time, Bradon and I commuted together to and from the hospital with the hope that we could get a glimpse of Anthony. I wanted so badly to talk to him because it felt like there were so many things that I needed to tell him. However, we never got the chance-until the third day that we tried.

"The doctor has given his approval for you to visit Mr. Anthony. He is still in intensive care, although his condition has stabilized. Please follow me this way," the nurse informed us before presenting us with a polite smile.

"Your sister isn’t joining us?" Bradon asked as he walked by my side.

"I guess not..." I replied softly.

Diana had not responded to my calls or the messages that I sent her since that morning. I took that to mean that she didn’t want to be there with Bradon and me when we addressed the topic with Anthony. I entered Anthony’s hospital room with a heavy heart, knowing that we wanted answers from him, and just seeing him in good health was no longer enough for us. I prayed that whatever Anthony had to say would clear up the misunderstanding that Bradon had.

"Hey..." Anthony greeted us the moment that he spotted us.

The smile he showed felt so bright and full of life that it made my heart flutter with joy. We quickly approached his hospital bed and took our seats on the chairs positioned next to it. Anthony looked better but still quite tired. It was clear that he had not fully recovered back to his old self.

"I’m so happy that we can finally visit you. How have you been feeling?" I asked him.

"Alright. The doctors told me that I’ll have to stay here a while longer before I can go home," Anthony replied.

"It’s good to see you," Bradon said as he reached out a hand and placed it on his brother’s shoulder.

"It’s always good to see you. I’m happy that you’re here... and I’m sorry for everything. All the trouble you went through again because of me," Anthony said with a wry grin.

I knew right away that Anthony must have been referring to all the pain that Bradon went through to act in his place.