Substitute Bride Of The Retarted Billionaire

I Understand

Gillian watched Augustus' driver and bodyguard help him alight the car. Upon seeing Augustus stand on his own, Gillian's eyes widened slightly.

The cruel rumors that circulated in the city conveyed Augustus was an ugly and retarded handicap, but...

Ever since Gillian came across Augustus, she realized that all the rumors were nonsense and that they were slandering Augustus.

Upon seeing how tall Augustus was, Gillian couldn't help but bite her lower lip and blame the heavens for being unfair to a person like Augustus. He has everything; how could heaven be so cruel to take everything away from him?

Gillian took a deep breath to calm her chaotic thoughts and then alighted the car.

She gave Augustus an approving smile when she saw him patiently let himself be led to the mansion to get his health checked, and he also smiled in return.

After alighting the car, Gillian met a fat maid in her fifties, tapping the floor impatiently, waiting for her.

Seeing Gillian, the maid gave her a disdainful glare and turned up her nose in the air. “The old master and madam are currently waiting for you in the greenhouse. Come with me,” she rudely pronounced.

Gillian's brows scrunched up, and her mood fell immediately. Is her status so bad in the Albrecht family that even a maid could ridicule her as she wants?

Even though Gillian felt so uncomfortable with the maid's behavior, she didn't make any comments about it.

Seeing Gillian silently endure her insult, the maid snorted in disdain and made her way toward the greenhouse haughtily.

How could such a naïve fool be married to Young Master Augustus? Although the young master has turned into a retard, he deserves someone better. Not this pathetic, beautiful vase that looks like a good-for-nothing.

Gillian looked down at her clothes, and seeing the stain of Augustus’ vomit on her dress, she wrinkled her brows slightly. “Um, can I get my dress changed? It got soiled by mistake…”

The maid paused in her steps and harshly glared at Gillian. She eyed Gillian's dress in disdain and wrinkled her nose in disdain.

“No wonder something smells so awful. You've got your dress soiled, but you can't order the driver to let you get a dress in a mall? Are you too poor to order a dress or what?” The maid rudely expressed with a sneer, her nose up in the air.

Gillian clutched her gown tightly, and her heart plunged deeply. Isn't this a sign that living with the Albrecht family might be worse than she expected? Even a maid doesn't put her in the eyes!

“The Albrecht family is very influential, and the paparazzi are always on the lookout for negative news. I don't want to imagine if the paparazzi caught sight of the young madam of the Albrecht family looking like this.” The old maid pointed at Gillian and eyed her from head to toe with contempt.

“Not only will it affect the whole Albrecht family image, it might even cause the fall of the stock price of Albrecht's empire. Miss Gillian, as the wife of young master Augustus, you've got to be careful with everything you do and leave no chance for rashness.” The maid chided fiercely, her old, ugly eyes holding extreme hatred for Gillian as if Gillian had once offended or stolen a favorite treasure of hers.

A trace of displeasure flickered past Gillian's eyes, but upon recalling her sick mother, who was lying on the hospital bed, Gillian pinched her fingers and bit her quivering lips to restrain the urge to give the old hag a reply.

Back then, when she agreed to be a substitute, she knew she should have expected the worst. After all, her father was the one to break the contract and give the family a different bride than the agreed-upon one. So what if Augustus accepted her now? His family might not!

The case of Augustus easily accepting her might be how he does for everyone. Back when Augustus was still healthy, someone like Augustus was like a god to someone like Gillian.

Gillian couldn't help snapping into a reverie upon recalling Luke's expression filled with disgust and hatred, and it felt as if she was stabbed in the heart.

In less than two days, she was made to face reality, and it hurt a lot.

Gillian clenched her fist and stabbed her fingers into her palm, the pain clearing her muddled thoughts. She patiently nodded with a sad smile. “I understand. Can I get my dress changed…”

“The old master and madam have been waiting for a while; do you expect them to wait all day for you? Let's leave.” The maid coldly brushed Gillian off and left after snorting at Gillian in disdain.

Gillian clenched her fist, her little body trembling due to humiliation. She bit her lower lip and hurriedly followed the maid.

The old maid purposely increased her pace to throw Gillian off. After all, Gillian is so dimwitted that the maid could eagerly blame everything on Gillian.

The maid didn't believe that the master and Madam would choose to punish her on behalf of a lowly daughter of a mistress like Gillian.

Unfortunately, no matter how much the old maid tried to throw Gillian off during the journey, Gillian firmly persisted.

After 15 or 20 minutes of walking through the luxurious, large compound, a beautiful and breathtaking greenhouse appeared in Gillian's view.

Gillian clenched her fist; she found herself unable to pay attention to the beautiful sight surrounding her because of her nervousness about meeting the Albrecht family.

Seeing how the maid acted so rudely towards her, Gillian believes that the old maid's actions might be the result of what the Albrecht family ordered the maid to do.

Since the Albrecht maid looked down on Gillian so much, Gillian didn't want to imagine how bad the Albrecht family's behavior would be.

Perhaps she'll have to brace herself for the mistreatment she'll be going through from now on.

The old maid gave Gillian a final glare and pointed towards the greenhouse. “Please go in, Miss Gillian.” The old maid muttered sarcastically and turned to leave.

Gillian inhaled and clenched her fist, not paying attention to the maid's words. Rather, her mind was on the Albrecht family, who were in the greenhouse. She knew the real event had just begun!

Gillian mustered her courage and stepped into the greenhouse, attracting the attention of the few people in the greenhouse.

The greenhouse was structured with glass, and in it were different rare and expensive herbs, flowers, and plants.

At the epicenter of the greenhouse is an expensive and luxuriously polished, custom-made green wooden dining table and chairs.

“Ah! My sister-in-law, who is crushing on her elder sister's fiance on her wedding day, has finally arrived, but with... Eww! Why does she smell so bad? This is a place to have a meal; how could you come in smelling so unpleasant like that? Do you want to upset our stomachs? Didn't your Arison family even teach an illegitimate daughter like you what manners are?” A rude shriek filled with contempt filled Gillian's ears as soon as she stepped into the greenhouse. The owner of the voice was a lady in her twenties who was currently scrolling through her phone.

Gillian's body trembled, and her fist clenched slightly.