A SUBSTITUTE BRIDE

Seeing Alexia’s smile, Lyana couldn’t help but smile too. His mood was now much better than usual.

– You don’t have to treat me like a stranger. Just call me by my first name.

Alexia’s eyes lit up.

– You are older than me. I’ll call you Sister Lyana, okay?

Suddenly, an elderly voice appeared from the side.

– Alexia, you only have one big sister.

Lyana looked up and saw an old lady with white hair. She seemed to be reserved and taciturn, unlike Matriarch Sanchez’s natural friendliness.

Alexia’s expression became awkward. She quickly said,

– Lyana, it’s my grandmother.

Alexia had changed her way of addressing Lyana.

Lyana smiled at Matriarch Royer and greeted her politely:

– Mrs. Royer, how are you?

When Matriarch Royer heard Lyana’s voice, she shifted her gaze to her, sizing her up. Then she nodded indifferently.

– So you are Professor Lyana Dubois. Alex told me you were a cultured young woman.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Lyana took a good look at Matriarch Royer. Her lips were pale, and the whites of her eyes were slightly yellow. She narrowed her beautiful fox eyes, frowning a little.

– Madame Royer, haven’t you been feeling well lately?

Matriarch Royer stood stunned for a moment.

– Do you have trouble breathing in the middle of the night, or do you feel like your chest is tight?

Lyana asked solemnly.

When Matriarch Royer heard Lyana’s words, a trace of surprise shone in her eyes. She nodded.

– A little lately.

Lyana seemed to be deep in thought. She continued to ask,

– Do you feel a swelling pain in your temples? Does your back sweat? Do the soles of your feet feel like they are burning?

Matriarch Royer’s gaze softened as she looked at Lyana. She had long heard that some doctors could tell a person’s state of health simply by looking at their face. Now it seemed like Lyana really could.

– A little.

Lyana’s expression turned serious. She turned to look at Alexia and said:

– Hurry up and take Madame Royer to the hospital for a neurological examination. Also do a full body exam.

Alexia’s face went pale with fear.

Matriarch Royer was indeed someone who had weathered many storms. She remained there, motionless, the expression on her face not changing.

– Also take Grandmother Royer to undergo a liver and heart examination. Make sure the doctors examine it thoroughly. We can’t wait any longer.

Lyana frowned as she spoke.

Frightened, Alexia squeezed Matriarch Royer’s hand tightly. She looked at Lyana with fear and concern.

– Lyana, did you just say that my grandmother’s health…

Lyana herself also hoped she had misdiagnosed Matriarch Royer. Pursing her lips, she said:

– Madam Royer’s complexion doesn’t look very good. I think there’s something wrong with his liver. Also, older people tend to have heart problems. It is best to go for an examination.

Alexia nodded solemnly.

– However, matriarch Royer could have a cerebral infarction right now. We have to nip this disease in the bud, Lyana said sternly.

Alexia’s slim body swayed in place. There was no trace of blood on his face. If someone else had said that about Grandma, she would definitely have come forward to argue with that person.

However, when she saw Lyana’s expression of certainty, she couldn’t bring herself to doubt her words. She pulled Matriarch Royer’s arm, ready to take her to the hospital.

Matriarch Royer herself was much calmer. She was thinking of something else. She stopped Alexia and said:

– We have already arrived at the temple. Pray for your sister first. It’s okay if I go to the hospital after that. I am getting old. It’s normal that I have some health problems.

– Grandmother !

Alexia frowned, pouting.

– That’s not going to do it. Come quickly with me. We are going to the hospital now. If Sister finds out that you put off going to the hospital just to pray for her, she will certainly be upset.

A trace of hesitation crossed Matriarch Royer’s face. Eventually, she couldn’t dissuade Alexia and could only follow her to the hospital.

Lyana watched them go and breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did she relax.

When she got home, she took a shower and changed. She had just come out of the bathroom when she heard a knock on the door. She approaches and opens the door to see Vincent standing.

Vincent wore a casual white shirt, and his whole body gave off a languorous aura. Combined with the indifferent expression on his face, he gave off an impression of abstinence. The first button of his shirt was open, and the perfect muscles of his chest were discernible. It made me want to tear off his shirt to get a better look at it.

Lyana looked away from the collar of Vincent’s shirt. Casually, she asked:

– Did you take the medicinal bath that I prescribed for you?

– Yes.

Vincent nodded, then walked into Lyana’s room and sat down on the couch.

Lyana came in too. She sat not far from Vincent, deliberately avoiding any physical contact.

Vincent could sense Lyana’s avoidance. His eyebrow creased slightly, but it quickly flattened.

– You saved Matriarch Royer’s life today. The Royer family is very grateful to you. They wanted to ask you if you wanted something?

When she heard Vincent’s words, she couldn’t help but feel nervous.

– How is Matriarch Royer doing now? What did the doctor say?

– Alexia said that when she pulled Matriarch Royer to the hospital, Matriarch’s headache got worse. She was covered in cold sweats.

When Lyana heard Vincent’s words, her eyebrows furrowed more and more.

– Fortunately, you warned Matriarch Royer in time. The examination was carried out early, so the doctors were able to take the necessary precautions. Otherwise, the old lady could have died. Doctors suggested that the old lady be admitted to hospital.

Lyana’s strained heart finally calmed down. She heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Matriarche Royer was fine.

Vincent took Lyana’s reaction to heart. With a little admiration in his eyes, he asked:

– What will you wish for?

– Are you Aladdin’s magic lamp?

Lyana couldn’t help but laugh. Her eyes seemed to sparkle in the starlight as she teased

– Will one of my wishes be granted?

He looked into Lyana’s eyes. At that moment, time seemed to stand still. He had the impression that the person sitting in front of him was not Lyana, but a very intelligent and adorable little fox.

For some reason his heart skipped a beat.

Vincent retracted his gaze indifferently, turning away from Lyana. Pretending not to worry, he said,

– Any realistic wish should be accepted.

– All right.

Lyana lowered her head slightly, looking deeply thoughtful.

For a long time, Vincent didn’t hear a response from Lyana. He turned his head to see her thinking deeply, looking like a small, frowning fox. He raised an eyebrow.

– You really intend to accept the offer?

– Why not?

Lyana looked at Vincent in confusion and continued,This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

– If it’s free, why wouldn’t I accept it?

– …

Vincent was left speechless.

Lyana said with a serious expression,

– I saved Matriarch Royer with my years of medical experience. She gives me a gift. I’d be a fool not to.

– …

He had always thought that Lyana was very generous. You should know that she hadn’t even batted an eye when she had donated these priceless medicinal herbs to someone else.

Vincent was now very curious about what gift Lyana wanted.

– I thought of something.

Lyana turned to look at Vincent, his eyes shining and his teeth white. Excitement was on his face.

– I want a letter of acceptance from the music academy. Can the Royer family do it?

Vincent had thought that Lyana would want an ordinary object or medicinal herbs. He had never expected her to want a school acceptance letter.

After a long moment, he asked:

– Is that all?

She saw in Vincent’s tone that he was looking down on her request. She glared at Vincent and said,

– What do you mean ‘that’s it?’ This wish is impressive. You must know how hard it is to get into An City Music Academy. Only one in a thousand students was admitted last time, last year!

The more she talked, the more excited she was.

– The students who graduated there are all bigwigs in the music industry. If I can get in there, that would be my chance.

She liked the guqin and the bass guitar the most. They are her favorite instruments. If she could study at the music academy, she would be able to write her own songs and arrange her own music. Wouldn’t that be great?

PS: The guqin is a Chinese seven-string plucked musical instrument.