Losing to My Substitute (Katerina and Joshu)

Chapter 7

The doctor frowned as he extracted shards from Jean's knee, advising her that the wound was too large and recommending an IV for antibiotics. Jean hadn't intended to stay in the hospital, but the doctor was insistent.

In the ward, Jean's face was pale. She hadn't eaten all day and felt weak, especially after the ordeal, developing a slight fever.

While receiving IV fluids, Nydia sent her a link to a Instagram post. The headline blared: "Revealing Mr. Snow's Mysterious Fiancée is Actually Her!"

In the image, Berton was seen rushing through the crowd, cradling Winni with a worried expression, highlighting their unusual relationship.

Soon after, the official account of the Snow Group liked the post.

The blatant display of affection ignited fervent discussions among netizens about the couple being a

match made in heaven.

Handsome man and beautiful woman, they should get married!"

"No wonder Mr. Snow hasn't married yet; he's been waiting for this!"

Scrolling through the official Instagram, Jean noted that the account wouldn't dare like the post without Berton's approval.

Stunned for a while, she finally remembered to reply to Nydia's message.

Her hand trembled uncontrollably, and while typing with one hand, her phone slipped from her grasp. Afraid of disturbing the IV drip, she carefully bent down to pick it up. When she looked up again, she heard a familiar voice at the door.

"Just stay in this small room; I've instructed someone to prepare a suite for you."

"No need to trouble yourself."

Then she caught sight of two familiar figures.

Losing to My Substitute

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Berton was carefully supporting Winni, afraid she might fall.

Winni leaned against Berton's shoulder, and he affectionately pinched her cheek.

The three of them stood facing each other, and it was awkward for Berton to say, "You... are here too?"

Jean felt a bitter taste in her mouth. Clearly, she was Berton's fiancée, yet at that moment, she felt like an intruder.

"Winni's injuries are quite severe. I brought her to see the doctor," Berton explained.

Hearing this, Jean suddenly smiled, the bitterness in her heart dissipating.

What a coincidence.

Jean didn't respond, watching the dwindling IV drip, closing her eyes to rest.

Winni stepped forward, taking Jean's hand: "Sister, you're not angry, are you? I asked Berton to accompany me..."

Jean pulled her hand away, but Winni deliberately held on. In the struggle, Winni fell to the ground.

Berton immediately grew anxious: "Jean Collins, don't go too far! She's injured; how can you lack compassion?"

His voice was loud enough to draw the attention of passersby.

Berton realized he had lost his composure, his lips moved but he said nothing.

He settled Winni comfortably, adjusting her pillow while complaining about the poor conditions of

the regular ward.

Jean reached down and pulled out the IV needle, unwilling to continue this farce.

Then, without looking back, she left the room, and Berton hurried after her.

"How are you?"

Jean ignored him, coldly replying, "It's all taken care of."

Seeing Berton hesitating to speak, she knew he had more to say.

"Could you bring some nourishing soup? Winni's injuries are quite serious; please hurry. I'll be 70 70

it was late at night, and the cold wind against jean's skin felt numb. She was in a daze,

Nourishing soup for Winni's minor injuries-what did she need to replenish?

Jean knew all too well how serious Winni's injuries were,

"Berton, do you have any conscience?"

Berton's anger flared at Jean's defiance, "You know Winni just got divorced; she's vulnerable.

As a friend, I'm just being attentive. Don't make a scene! Today's fall was also your fault, and I haven't held it against you. What are you throwing a tantrum about?" Chapter 7

waiting for you at the hospital."

ILwas late at night, and the cold wind against Jean's skin felt numb. She was in a daze.

Nourishing soup for Winni's minor injuries-what did she need to replenish?

Jean knew all too well how serious Winni's injuries were.

"Berton, do you have any conscience?"

Berton's anger flared at Jean's defiance. "You know Winni just got divorced; she's vulnerable.

As a friend, I'm just being attentive. Don't make a scene! Today's fall was also your fault, and I haven't held it against you. What are you throwing a tantrum about?"