Rebirth to Be with My Disabled Husband

Chapter 20 All She’ll Get Is a Disabled Husband

Daphne stood aside, observing as Samantha took Finley’s laptop without him getting angry. A content smile unintentionally appeared on her face. After all, Finley usually despised interruptions during work and others touching his belongings. Yet now, despite the fact that Samantha snatched his laptop away, he didn’t react negatively.

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Feeling pleased with this observation, Daphne spoke, “Mrs. Dean, why did you come back so late? Mr. Dean has been waiting for you since you left, and look, it’s almost half past nine, yet Mr. Dean still hasn’t had dinner.”

He hasn’t had dinner?!

Samantha recalled that in her previous life, Finley had a very strict meal schedule due to his stomach problems. If he didn’t eat on time, he would suffer from stomach aches. No wonder when she came in, Finley seemed to be in poor spirits. It turned out he hadn’t eaten.

Annoyed, Samantha glared at Finley. “Didn’t I ask Daphne to remind you to eat before I left? Why haven’t you eaten?”

Ignoring Samantha, Finley instructed Daphne, “You can serve dinner now.”

With that, Finley took the wheelchair beside him, supported himself with both hands, and sat on it. He went to the bathroom for a quick hand wash before heading to the dining table for the meal.

Seeing Finley ignoring her, Samantha went to wash her hands and then sat beside him to accompany him for dinner.

While eating, Samantha kept serving Finley, saying, “Darling, this dish is delicious. Have more… Darling, the shrimp tastes good. Let me peel it for you… Darling…“.

In no time, she filled Finley’s bowl.

Expressionless, Finley spoke, “There was suddenly an additional one billion in my account earlier today. The one who transferred the money was my grandfather, but the note said ‘betrothal gift. Was that my grandfather’s betrothal gift to you?”

is me,

Samantha, after swallowing her food, looked at Finley and explained solemnly. “The betrothal gift was given by your grandfather to Amy, but now, the one married to you not Amy. So naturally, I had to go to Wallace Residence and request for Grandpa’s gifts for Amy to be returned. So, now, I return all the gifts from Grandpa to you in hopes of proving that I married you not for the money but because I truly love you.”

Finley, hearing Samantha’s words, smirked sarcastically. “Do you think I’ll believe that?”

acqua knew that Finley wouldn’t believe such words from her when they were still barely

acquainted. Still, this was her sincere confession.

From her clothes, she took out a blood–stained property deed and placed it in front of Finley. “I will prove to you that I didn’t marry you for money but because you are Finley.”

With that, Samantha put down her cutleries and returned to her room.

Finley looked at the blood–stained property deed in front of him, opened it, and took a glance. The name on it was Amy and not Samantha.

She had returned all the betrothal gifts to him, and with that, she truly gained nothing but the title of Mrs. Dean and a disabled husband.

Late at night, after taking a shower, Samantha, perhaps due to exhaustion, couldn’t wait for Finley to return to the room before falling asleep. Finley, looking at the wounds on Samantha’s exposed arms, went to the cabinet, took out a first aid kit, and carefully applied medicine to Samantha.

In her sleep, Samantha felt the pain. She…