Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

Chapter 3 Filip Is Blind

"What are you up to?"

She got out of her way to marry him, to please grandma, servants and everyone around him. All she

wanted was to impress him, wasn't it?

Filip had said this to Starry too many times. When she just married him, he asked her what she was up

to when she brought meals to him; when she tried to invite a famous doctor for Frances to treat her leg;

and now when she wanted to divorce him.

Starry thought it was meaningless. "I'm up to a divorce."

She was having a high fever for almost the whole night. Now when she just woke up, her voice was still

hoarse.

This was the first time Starry retorted him. Filip's face turned sullen, "Starry, you can't be too greedy!"

Starry smiled indifferently, "Yes, one can't be too greedy," she paused, "so let's divorce."

She repeated it again.

Filip thought Starry was pushing her luck. She really thought that since she had flattered grandma, he

didn't dare divorce her?

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He said coldly, turned and directly left the ward.

He pushed the door and it hit the wall with a loud noise.

Starry only glanced at him, and then picked up the gift box on the bedside table.

It was Filip's birthday present, but he didn't take it. He not only refused to accept it, but also threw it into

the fountain

Since he didn't want it, then drop it.

Anyway, she wouldn't give him any gift in the future.

It was a pity that he wouldn't receive her gift anymore.

In fact, she was just deceiving herself in the past years.

Starry stopped thinking, raised her hand and wiped the tears on her face. Then she picked up her

phone and called Izabella Baxter.

When Izabella arrived at the hospital, Starry was sitting on the side of hospital bed in the hospital gown.

The sun outside the window fell on her face, making her white skin even whiter.

Izabella was scared, "Starry, what's the matter with you?"

Starry heard her voice and smiled at Izabella. "Hi."

Izabella thought there was something wrong with Starry, but she couldn't tell.

"Izabella, have you brought the clothes?"

Izabella came to her senses and handed the bag over, "Here, Starry, did you fall out with Filip?"

"No."

Starry shook her head, took the bag Izabella handed her and walked into the bathroom.

Izabella learned about what happened last night from Dillon.

But everyone knew that Starry had always treated Filip well. They had been married for five years, and

Filip kept rocking the boat for five years. Nevertheless, no one had seen Starry threw a tantrum at Filip.

She always seemed to be so gentle and considerate. No matter what Filip said or how he chided her,

she always looked at him with a smile. When Filip stopped talking, she would say softly, "Let's chill,

ok?"

Starry's behaviors even made those who wasn't optimistic about their marriage changed their mind.

Izabella thought it was impossible for them to quarrel, but Filip took it too far last night.

Starry wanted to celebrate his birthday. If he didn't accept it, it was ok. But why did he get physical?

The cake was not expensive, and the present he threw away might not be as expensive as one of his

cufflinks, but money couldn't buy Starry's sincerity.

Izabella inwardly scolded Filip for several times.

After a while, Starry came out of the bathroom.

She looked gentle and chic in that white sweater. Her face was pale and her eyes were filled with

languor. When she glanced over, she looked lukewarm but enchanting.

Filip was blind!

Izabella scolded Filip again.

"Izabella, please send me back to the Pearson residence."

"Well, the hospital smells bad. Let's get you back and have a good rest."

Starry just smiled and said nothing.

After checking out, Starry got into Izabella's car and went back to the Pearson residence.

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the door of the Pearson residence.

"I will drop you off here, Little Starry, take a good rest. Your face is so pale. I'm worried sick!"

Izabella opened the door for her. She leaned on the steering wheel, squinted at her and waved.

Starry grinned, "Wait a minute, I'll come out soon."

Izabella was a little puzzled, "Where are you going? You haven't recovered from the fever yet!"

Izabella raised her hand and touched Starry's forehead.

It felt a bit hot. Starry was still having a fever.

Starry looked down and didn't explain, "I'll go in."

"Hey—"

Izabella stared at Starry's back and felt that she was acting weird today.

Frances heard most of what happened last night from others. Now seeing Starry's pale face, she felt

sorry for her. "Is the fever gone?"

Starry nodded, "Yes."

There was nothing Frances could do with Filip. Although she felt sorry for Starry, she couldn't help her.

She sighed, "Go take a rest. Since you are ill, you should take a good rest and restore your health."

"Thank you for the concern."

Starry was really uncomfortable. She didn't want to say anything and went upstairs to her room to pack

up.

She had been married to Filip for five years, but she had always lived alone. She hardly bought

anything new for herself here.

She felt like a passenger. Now it was the time. She pulled out her suitcase and packed some of the

items she brought here. She closed the suitcase and went downstairs.

When Starry was carrying his suitcase downstairs, she bumped into Aunt Martha. Martha was shocked

seeing her. "Miss, what are you..."

Starry put the suitcase down, "Martha, thank you for taking care of me for the past five years."

Martha soon understood. She was flabbergasted. Looking at Starry with her suitcase, she quickly

called Frances in the greenhouse, "Old Lady, something's wrong!"

Martha had served the old Mrs. Pearson for more than 30 years. She was often composed, rarely

making a fuss like now. Frances looked at Martha who rushed up to her, "What's the matter? Why are

you so panicky?"

They had known each other for many years, so the way they get along with each other was more than

master and servant.

"Lady Starry has dragged a suitcase downstairs. And she thanked me for taking care of her in the past

five years..."

As soon as Frances heard this, her expression changed, and quickly put down the rose in her hand,

"Has she gone?"

The rumbling of car engine came from outside the house, and the servant hurriedly ran to them,

"Madam, she's gone!"