The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 666 “Doctor, can you tellthe condition of my wife?” Beal's gentle face displayed clear signs of anxiety.

“Mrs.White is experiencing significant mental strain.She must bean prioritize rest and receive support in managing her stress and anxiety during this time.” Natalie's heart raced as she overheard the conversation between Beal and the doctor.

She felt a chill in her hands and approached with heavy steps, asking, “How is my mom doing?” Give her smedication, please!” Natalie started feeling anxious, as Brandon had mentioned just the day before that Johanna was doing well.

Natalie's sudden question startled everyone, and Beal quickly recognized her voice.He turned and saw Natalie standing behind him, wearing a sweater, with slightly red eyes.

Beal was momentarily stunned, but soon his eyes filled with tears, and he smiled as he said hoarsely, “Natalie, you're back.” “Dad, I'm here to see how you and mom are doing.” Natalie's eyes wandered, and then she remained speechless.There was a brief pause, and Beal's voice trembled with emotion as his eyes grew sad.

“It's wonderful to have you back.You should go upstairs and see your mother.She’s been quite worried about you for the past two days.” Upon hearing Beal's words, Natalie assumed that Johanna was severely ill and unable to get out of bed.

She immediately blamed herself.

“Am | to blfor mom's illness?” Upon hearing Natalie’s question, Beal understood her thoughts and tried to comfort her with a smile.

“It's not because of you, dear.Your mom has always had this issue, and it's not a big deal.She gets headaches when she’s stressed out.” Beal introduced the doctors to Natalie, saying, “These are the doctors who have been treating your mother, and they are familiar with her condition.” Natalie apologized and said, “I'll go and see mom first.” Then she nodded at them before making her way upstairs.

Natalie hurried upstairs to Johanna’s room, and just before entering, she overheard a complaint from inside.

“What kind of medication have these doctors given me? It's very bitter.” Natalie pushed the door open slowly, and Johanna was surprised to see her standing there.

“Can you givea moment alone with my mother?” Natalie asked the servants to leave the room before approaching Johanna’s bedside.She took a candy bar from the table and handed it to her mother, saying, “If the medicine tastes bitter, you can have a candy to help mask the taste.” Johanna ate the candy without saying anything, leaned against the headboard, and looked at Natalie quietly with loving eyes.

“Why did you run away without saying a word that day? | support you, remember? | intended to assist you in punishing Brandon.” Johanna was also upset as she recalled the day Natalie had stormed out furiously.

Natalie averted her eyes out of shand saw the infusion tube attached to the back of her mother’s hand.She started crying uncontrollably.

“Mom, I'm sorry.l was just too angry the other day.” “So you've calmed down and returned to admit your mistakes?” Johanna asked in an accusatory tone as she held Natalie's soft hand firmly.

Natalie didn’t want to make Johanna mad again.

Seeing that she was willing to talk to her, she quickly said, “I know you're angry, and | wouldn't don’t dare make you any angrier.I've simply chto take care of you, so could you please stop being mad at me, mom?” With a big smile on her face, Johanna wrapped her arms around Natalie and gently patted her on the back as though she were still a little child.

“Alright, my daughter.Everything is fine.” After a long while, she unwrapped her arms from around Natalie and took a good look at her.

With a curious expression on her face, she asked, “So what are you going to do about Brandon?” “To be honest, | haven't decided yet.My mind is a mess,” Natalie responded, avoiding her mother’s inquiring gaze.

Johanna stared at her even more intensely and suddenly assumed a more serious tone.

“That's alright. Anyway, I'm very disappointed by the way that he deliberately hid his illness from you.” She took a deep breath and continued, “I just want you to know that I'm ready to support you if you ever consider getting a divorce.” These words appeared to shock Natalie, as her eyes darkened in an instant.

“I still have feelings for Brandon though...” Natalie bit her lip, lowered her eyes and went mute.Just then, a voice suddenly cfrom the direction of the door.

“That is no way to handle this!” Beal had overheard the conversation that transpired between the two.

Upon hearing Johanna mention divorce, Beal was shocked and quickly interjected.

Johanna rolled her eyes at him and said, “You eavesdrop on conversations now? We're at home, not in public, so we deserve sprivacy.Why are you sneaking around?” “I wanted to leave you two alone, so | waited outside.” He walked over and further explained himself.

“I don't think it's right for you to advise Natalie to divorce Brandon in such a hurry.” Beal disagreed with the whole idea of divorce.

“It would be best for them to resolve their issues on their own.” After a long silence, Natalie fiddled with her clothes and said in a low tone, “I think Dad has a point. | will need to think about it.” Fortunately, Johanna didn’t persist.She, instead, placed her hand on her belly and sighed.

“I miss your soup, Natalie.” Natalie cracked a smile.She got the message, and went downstairs to make ssoup.

Now Beal was alone in the room with Johanna, who wore a frown on her face.

“If you have something to say, just let it out.You've been holding back since you cin.” With a composed look, Johanna sat in the bed and shut her eyes to get srest.

Seated on the edge of the bed, Beal asked in a serious tone, “Were you serious about what you just mentioned to Natalie? | really don’t think the situation has escalated to the point of bringing up divorce.” Beal and Johanna had endured ups and downs.

They had been through a lot but still remained happily married to each other.

The problem Natalie and Brandon were facing paled in comparison to what her parents had survived.

Johanna opened her eyes.

She was in her fifty’s, but there were no traces of wrinkles in the corners of her eyes.

With a mischievous look on her face, she said, “You don't get it, do you?” “Could you elaborate?” Beal frowned.

“What Natalie wants right now is unconditional support from her parents.She’ll figure things out after she takes her tand gives it sthought.You saw it for yourself just now.She clearly doesn’t want to divorce Brandon.Even if I'd suggested it to her again, she would've refused.Didn’t you see how quickly she left when | asked her to make ssoup?” Johanna let out a long sigh and suddenly burst into laughter.

“Those two!” Sure enough, she was wise.It suddenly dawned on Beal what her plan was, and he couldn't help but applaud her.

“You're a genius, honey!” Johanna raised one finger and poked Beal's cheek.

“There’s one more thing, nonetheless.Don't tell Brandon that Natalie's here.” “Well that brat textedtoday asking if Natalie was home, but I'm yet to reply,” Beal whispered in her ear.

He was caught in a dilemma.

Brandon was the most powerful man in Barnes and was also an excellent son-in-law.

Johanna coldly replied, “You can tell him that Natalie is still mad at us and that we have no idea where she is.| don’t want my daughter to get a divorce, but to me, Brandon's not trying hard enough to win her back.If | can’t see his sincerity, | won't help him.Natalie is my precious daughter, and not splaything to be toyed with.” Beal looked away helplessly, since he couldn't dare disobey his wife.

Johanna loved her daughter very much.

If Brandon couldn’t win her back and get her bean forgiveness, the relationship between him and the White family would be strained further.

Back in the days when Natalie first left, Brandon had been working with the Larson Group.

Not once did he go back home, and as a result, Sean had to work overtwith him.

Sean suddenly felt like he was reliving the life before his boss met Natalie.

At that time, Brandon was a total workaholic, and not a day he left work on time! The phone on the table rang several times.

Rubbing his eyebrows, Brandon picked up.

The voice of a middle-aged man cthrough from the other end.

“Brandon, just call to let you know that we'll keep our promise and finish dealing with Vivian today.