The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband is a Billionaire Chapter 25
After leaving the hospital, Janet immediately called Bernie and Fiona. But neither of them answered.
She had no choice but to go to the Lind family’s house again.
“Are you insane? Why are you constantly ringing the doorbell?” Minutes later, the maid opened the door and yawned. She seemed annoyed that Janet had disturbed her sleep.
“Let me in! I’m looking for Bernie and Fiona!”
“The entire family is on a vacation to the Maldives. They’re not at home.”
“When will they come back?” Janet asked anxiously.
Fiona said she didn’t have the money to pay the agreed money. How could they go on vacation to the Maldives?
“I don’t know. Go ask them!” The maid slammed the door.
Janet stared at the door and kicked it. Her body trembled with rage. “You lying b******s! All of you will rot in h**l!”
The Lind family had gone to the Maldives. Regardless of whether it was true or not, Janet couldn’t get in touch with them. She had to think of a way to pay Hannah’s medical bills.
Perhaps God had sensed that Janet needed money.
As soon as Janet opened her browser, she saw an advertisement about a hospital looking for volunteers for clinical trials to come up with tumor d***s.
They were paying the subjects a thousand dollars for staying in the hospital for a few days and trying out the medicines. In case the d**g had repercussions on the subject’s body, they would get about ten to forty thousand dollars as compensation, depending on the seriousness of the problem.
It seemed like the perfect opportunity for Janet. She was young and healthy. Even if the medicines had any side effects, they wouldn’t harm her that much.
Janet went to the hospital, filled out the registration form, and went straight to get a physical examination. She planned to try the medicines the next week.
Delicious smell of food wafted in the air as soon as Ethan entered the house.
“Why did you come back early today?” Janet cast a sidelong glance at him and continued to toss the spaghetti in the pan.
The apron accentuated her alluring figure. Her curvy bum bobbed as she moved around. The bowtie on her back seemed to tease Ethan — as if hinting at him to open it and peek at the tempting gift inside.
Ethan’s eyes darkened as he felt hot in his throat.
He unbuttoned his collar and went to the fridge to get a bottle of water. “I was off duty earlier today,” he said after gulping down the water.
He looked at her floral apron and tugged at the hem. “Is this an apron? It can’t even cover your t****s.”
It was more like a s**y lingerie. “Stop pulling my apron.
I got it at a discount. It’s beautiful, is it not? Take the spaghetti to the table. I’ll make some salad.” Janet glared at him and continued to cut the vegetables without uttering a word.
Ethan grinned and put the spaghetti bowl on the dining table.
Several design sketches were scattered on the table. Just as Ethan sorted the papers and was about to keep them aside, a piece of paper fell from his hands.
It was a document from a hospital. After quickly looking through it, Ethan immediately found that something was wrong.
A clinical d**g trial?
Janet put the salad on the table and realized that Ethan didn’t seem to be interested in the food tonight.
“You don’t like the food?”
“No, I was thinking about something.” The fork in Ethan’s hand stilled; he turned to look at her.
Janet met his piercing gaze. “What’s it?” she asked.
“Have you volunteer to do d**g trials?” he asked coldly.
Janet’s hand trembled, and her fork fell.
She didn’t know why she was flustered, but she tried to remain calm. “Yes. The hospital conducts regular trials like these. Moreover, the trial is legal. Don’t look at me as if I have done something horrific.”
Ethan put down his fork, pursed his lips, and looked at her. “Don’t go. Don’t you know that the d**g trial could cause serious side effects?”