My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Jocelyn suffered from serious injuries and was admitted to the hospital the next day,
Charis heard the news from her father.
When Charis went downstairs, she saw her father in the dining room, having dinner alone. The man seldom came
home, and she was surprised to see him “What happened, Dad? Why didn’t you go on a date with your girlfriend
today?” “Jocelyn is in the hospital,” Luke answered nonchalantly, “What happened to her? And what are you doing here?
Shouldn’t you be at the hospital with her?” Charis asked curiously “Well, I asked her what happened, but she is reluctant to tell
me. If you have the time, why don’t you go and visit her?” Luke wiped his mouth and stood up from the table. He didn’t have time
to worry about such trivial issues. Jocelyn was a mere plaything to him. Yes, he hadn’t lost interest in her yet, but that didn’t
mean he cared about the
woman Charis smiled but didn’t say anything. The members of the Turner family all shared one characteristic: they never cared
about the feelings of insignificant people. Charis called Jocelyn and finally learned what had happened. She couldn’t help but
curse the woman’s stupidity. Jocelyn had come up with a foolish plan that ended up ruining her life.
Meanwhile, Charis was also a little surprised. She didn’t expect that Jocelyn hated Janet so much that she had even hired
people to rape her. Charis despised people who inflicted harm upon others. Even so, she needed a vindictive person like Jocelyn
to execute her plans. Charis didn’t think she made any mistake. She had merely stirred troubles to separate Janet from Brandon.
Jocelyn was the true culprit. Besides, Janet should blame herself for offending Jocelyn. Charis was depressed and discontented
for losing a valuable piece like Jocelyn in her game in such a short time. Charis would have been less resentful if Jocelyn at least
got a pyrrhic victory. However, Jocelyn’s plans had only backfired and ruined her own life. Besides, Janet was still living a happy
life without any worries. “Gosh, could she be more stupid? I can’t believe my father likes such a foolish woman!” After a lot of
thinking, she concluded that Jocelyn and her mother would still be of some use to her. After all, it was easy to fool Jocelyn. The
mother and daughter despised Janet as much as she did. Therefore, joining hands with them would enable her to fulfill her goals
easily.
A true businessman would make full use of every opportunity, and Charis was no exception.
Charis quickly changed her clothes, bought a get-well gift basket, and went to the hospital to see Jocelyn. “Dad is also worried
about you. He asked me to check on you.” She placed the basket on the table and secretly examined Jocelyn’s face. She looked
weak and haggard. Her legs and arms were wrapped in gauze. There were faint, purple hickeys on her neck. Charis grabbed
Jocelyn’s hand and sighed. “How could Janet be so cruel to let them torture you this way?” Fresh tears streamed down Jocelyn’s

cheeks. “Does Mr. Turner know about what happened to me?” “No. How can I tell my father about it? It will ruin your reputation.”
Charis sat on the bed beside her with a pitiful look on her face. “You don’t know how cruel and merciless Janet is. I want to
fucking kill that bitch!” Jocelyn’s eyes turned bloodshot with rage.
She spoke as if this was never her plan.
“The first time I saw her, I didn’t think she was a simple woman either. You’re too kind and sympathetic. You have
to think of a perfect way to deal with such a vindictive woman.” Charis added fuel to the fire.
“What do I do, Charis? Tell me what to do!” Jocelyn was desperate to take revenge. She threw herself into Charis’s arms and
began sobbing uncontrollably. Charis’s eyes glinted with disgust. Still, she patted Jocelyn’s back and said, “Don’t worry. You
should take care of
yourself first.”
Charis was in no hurry to drive a wedge between Jocelyn and Janet. After all, Jocelyn was a fool who acted recklessly
without thinking. She thought it was cardinal to train her first!
Just then, the door of the ward flew open. “I brought you some soup, Jocelyn.” Fiona walked in with a pot of chicken soup.
Seeing Jocelyn resting on Charis’s arms, she recognized who she was at a glance. “Hello. You must be Miss Turner, right?” She
smiled warmly,