The Substitute Wife of a Paralyzed CEO

he beautiful things that once infiltrated her heart were destroyed. Except for her body and the child in

e will challenge the world. Even if not many are in her favor, she'll keep going. And close her heart to an

haughty woman named Chelsea often comes to mind. As if confirming all her words in the

just abort the child she

ight, her footsteps echoed the haste on the crowded sidewalk, heading towards Arbor Vitae Hospital. Where her daughter, Abigail Hayes, was fighting for he

ted with a

voice on the other end of the line. That sentence, though delivered without emotion, seemed to shatte

She ignored the surprised stares of the people. The small bag swaying on her shoulde

. Don't take the on

ce and onto the ICU floor. Her hands shakily reached for the reception des

th sympathy. "Abigail is in intensive

ital staff. Too many times she had visited this place, too many times she had been faced with ho

She needs her mom!" cried

"Please be patient, Mrs. Hayes. The team of doctors are monitoring

na's simple words brought a bit of calm amidst the storm tha

nd a doctor came out. Doctor Chris Harrington, the man who had treated Abigail

a called hurriedly. Her voic

we talk for a moment i

away. Her heart raced as she sat down in the chair the doctor indic

ause of their frequent meetings and consultations about Abigail's health

Abby,

etting worse. Currently, blood transfusions are not enough to tre

rocedure, but imagining it becoming a reality was a different m

a matching donor, and it can cost tens of thousands of dol

family? Are we a match?" she asked in a desperate tone. She didn't know how to persu

ensure a match. But you should know, finding a suitable donor is not always

gail's cheerful face flashed in her mind, her little smi

, trying to give her a glimmer of hope. "St

felt so heavy. In her head, she had only one g

. Victoria Hayes was silent in the tension-filled room. Her face radiated a deep sadness. How could she possibly come up wi

nature to believe that there is hope, no matter how bad things get? Although she didn't k

way to pay for it," Victoria said in a v

t take care of your health too, Tor

h tears and sweat. "Do I look so

do my best for Abby,

eful that Abigail is in good hands," Vict

lass, staring at her daughter who lay weakly with tubes attached to her tiny body. Abigail's usua

een able to do anything for you," she whis

e to support them both. Victoria rubbed the windowpane, as if she wanted

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r, she had no time to complain. After this, she had to prepare for work at the small café near the house. Her job as

s, greeted her with a scornful tone. "You just got home? You have

s that were about to fall. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I'll

ou back into this house! You brought shame with your bi

taliate. If she left this house, her living expenses would be even greater.

You always work day and night, but what's the result? You'd rather take

heart ached as well as feeling great pain. W

covered up who the father was. And now you're troubling us! If it weren't for

new that fighting back would only make things worse. With quick st

sky. Her tears flowed freely. "God, is there a goo