A SUBSTITUTE BRIDE

Lyana released Vincent’s wrist. She didn’t see how Vincent was slightly reluctant to part with her fingers. With a serious expression, she said,

– The toxins in your body have been absorbed by your mother’s womb. It is already in its final stages.

In its later stages?

A murderous glint flashed in Vincent’s eyes. He looked back and got up to leave.

– Mr Sanchez.

Lyana didn’t know what Vincent was doing. She stood up immediately. Facing Vincent’s back, she spoke.

– But your illness…

Before Lyana could finish her sentence, Vincent fell like a puppet with his strings cut, collapsing on the couch.

Her eyelids drooped and her breathing quickened. He couldn’t control his body anymore.

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Lyana hurriedly turned her body over. His face was pale, and it was as if his whole body was covered in a layer of frost.

Laura Meyer ran into the room. She had originally wanted to tell Vincent about little Lucas fainting and being sent to the hospital, but she hadn’t expected Vincent’s illness to flare up.

– Go!

Seeing that the woman still refused to leave Vincent, Laura rushed over and reached out to pull Lyana away. When she saw that Lyana was holding a silver needle, she shook in fear and said in panic,

– What are you doing? Stand up! Brother Vincent doesn’t like it when others touch him!

Other than little Lucas and his snake, Lan, brother Vincent didn’t allow anyone else to touch him. Laura had grown up with Brother Vincent and they had been friends since childhood, but even she was not allowed to touch Brother Vincent.

At that thought, Laura stepped forward and continued to try to pull Lyana away, saying:

– Brother Vincent is having a relapse. I’ll call the doctor in a moment. Get out of the way!

Lyana was about to insert the needle. Hearing Laura’s words, boredom crossed her face. Angry, she spoke.

– Stop holding me back! I’m trying to save him!

It was very dangerous for a patient every time his illness broke out. If she could help the patient solve this danger in time, the patient would recover from his illness very quickly.

– Get up! NOW.

Laura kept trying to drag Lyana down. However, Lyana shook her grip.

Looking at Lan, who was resting on the sofa nearby, Lyana ordered,

– Lan, watch her!

Just as Laura was about to step forward again to drag Lyana out of the way, the python shot past her, its tongue flickering. She was so shocked that she took two steps back.

Lan only obeyed Brother Vincent. Laura had never thought that Lan would also obey this woman’s orders.

She tried to move forward, but Lan opened her jaws, ready to bite.

– Ah!

Petrified, Laura returned. She just wanted to test Lan. She didn’t expect Lan to actually attack her. She often prepared food for Lan!

Lan’s tongue brushed. Relaxed, he moved in front of Laura, preventing her from getting closer to the couch.

Laura didn’t dare move. She could only see the woman holding a silver needle and inserting it into Brother Vincent’s head.

Vincent was still conscious. He looked at the needle on his head. He didn’t know if it was his imagination, but the pain actually seemed to lessen.

Laura watched in disbelief as Vincent clung to the woman’s clothes. You should know that Brother Vincent had never wanted to touch other people.

Lyana quickly removed Vincent’s clothes, revealing his muscular chest. She guessed that he had been exercising regularly for a long time, as there was a distinct eight-pack under his chest.

Vincent’s breathing was very erratic and his forehead was drenched in cold sweat. It was as if he were in an icy cave, so cold he was chilled to the bone. His life force seemed to be slowly draining away.

Still, the places where Lyana’s silver needles had been inserted seemed to provide some warmth. This slight warmth seemed to inject him with vitality, filling his cold body, giving him the illusion that he could survive.

Lyana lowered her hands slightly. Her hair had fallen to the side of her face, and her long, curly eyelashes half-covered her beautiful eyes. With a serious expression, she inserted the last needle and looked up at Vincent, saying in a low voice,

– Blink once if you are conscious.

Vincent blinked.

Lyana breathed a sigh of relief. She grabbed Vincent’s hand and deftly inserted the last needle.

That would do.

Lyana’s forehead was now also covered in cold sweat. As she was about to get up to get a handkerchief, she found that her left hand was trapped. She looked down and saw that Vincent had grabbed her left hand.

Lyana couldn’t push Vincent’s hand away, so she could only sit by the couch and wait.

Vincent’s eyes were closed. Heat coursed through his veins, warming his whole body…

A trace of joy flashed in Laura’s eyes. Could it be that Vincent is now willing to touch other people?

Looking at the time, Lyana began to remove the silver needles from Vincent’s body. When she removed the last needle, she saw that Vincent had regained consciousness.

Lyana quickly retracted her left hand and sat down on the other side of the sofa. She took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her brow.

– Brother Vincent!

Laura got up immediately and ran to the couch. She reached out to grab Vincent’s hand, but he dodged her grip.

– Lan!

Vincent called coldly.

At this moment, a ghost figure glided through the air. With her tongue flickering, Lan moved to sit next to Vincent. He stared at Laura, determined to force her to leave.