My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Janet felt absolutely nothing when she looked at Lila’s bloodshot, tear-filled eyes. She actually just felt like Lila was wildly
ridiculous and like a clown putting on a show at the circus in that moment.
“You wanted to take my life from me. I will not exact the revenge I deserve against you, purely for the sake of my mother and
father. It is impossible for me to forgive you. You’d better pack up your things and leave immediately.”
The look on Janet’s face was icy cold. When she had finished speaking, her eyes fell on Ethan’s injured knee. She felt a lump in
her throat come up again.
Ethan was injured because of her. How could she ever forgive Lila? If it weren’t for Beal and Johanna’s presence, she really
wanted to give Lila a hard slap on the face. She also wanted to drag Lila down the street and make her taste how it felt to almost
be hit by a car. Ignoring Lila’s hypocritical plea, Ethan bypassed her and gently supported Janet.
“Let me help you back to your room. You have sprained your ankle. You can’t go to work today.”
Then he turned to Beal and Johanna and said, “Mr. and Mrs. White, I will take Janet to her room now.”
Seeing that Janet’s ankle was red and swollen, Ethan carried her in his arms and went upstairs. Beal and Johanna sat on the
couch with morose looks on their faces. Lila was still crying on the floor. Johanna had creases between her eyebrows. It seemed
like the ordeal had aged her several years in an instant. Lila’s bawling became more and more pathetic.
After a long time, Johanna looked up at Beal and said irritably, “Honey, give Lila her birth parents’ personal information and
current address. We have to deal with this.”
Beal didn’t object. He adjusted his glasses and looked at Lila with gravely.
“Lila, I’ll inform your parents in advance that you will be returning. You can pack up your things and go to them. Take away all
your belongings now.” He paused for a few seconds and glanced at Johanna. Then he continued, “We will also give you some
money so that you can live on with your life.”
“No, Dad, Mom, I don’t want...” Lila wiped her tears away. Her eyes had begun to sting. She collapsed on the carpet and refused
to leave. Leaving the family would mean that she would no longer be a White family member.
All she had, the extravagant, rich life, the money, and the social status, would all fall away.
Lila refused to move and continued to cry her eyes out. Beal sighed heavily.

“I know it will be hard for you to take this. We will give you three days to pack up everything. But we don’t want to see you around
here after that.”
Johanna was afraid that she would soften if she stayed at this piteous scene. She gathered her coat up and got to her feet. She
instructed a nearby servant who was busy cleaning, “Go to Lila’s room and pack up her things for her. If there is just too much
jewelry and clothing to pack, call the moving company. There’s no need to prepare lunch. We will be eating out.”
Hearing what Johanna said, Lila became more distressed than ever. She stood up and rushed to Johanna. She held her leg and
said, “Mom, I don’t want to be separated from you. I have never left your side since the day I was born. You can’t do this to me!”
Johanna pursed her lips. She squatted down and wiped the tears off Lila’s face with her fingers. Her voice was as gentle and
kind as it had been when Lila was a child, but there was only coldness in her eyes.
“Lila, don’t embarrass yourself anymore. You used to be the daughter of the White family. You should keep your dignity when you
leave. There are consequences that you must bear for your decisions. You can’t stay a child forever.”
When Lila heard her words, she was utterly flummoxed for a while. She was so out of it that she didn’t know when but Johanna
and Beal had left. She watched their receding figures, covered her face and burst into a fresh onslaught of tears.