My Billionaire Husband (Vivian and Morris)

Chapter 261 Faking a Coma

"No comment."

Morris said coldly, gesturing towards Ethan, and he turned to enter the ward.

Ethan walked up to Fraser and said very politely, "Mr. Marsh, Miss Mond is still fainting, so you can

come back another day."

Morris clearly did not want Fraser to appear, and Fraser was helpless, but in the end he could only nod

slightly, "Then I'll come back when she wakes up."

With those words, Fraser took one more look at the ward and left.

Inside the ward, Vivian continued to lie pretending to be unconscious until it became quiet outside, then

she opened her eyes, glanced at Morris sitting beside her before speaking, "Why are you here? How

come I'm unconscious?"

She reached up and covered her head with a pained expression.

Morris sitting in the chair immediately stood up and subconsciously reached out to touch her forehead,

asking worriedly, "Do you have headache?"

"Yeah, it hurts quite a bit." Vivian nodded, closed her eyes again, breathed a sigh of relief, and

murmured, "Why did I faint ?"

She had used her acting skills.

But Vivian was unaware of the abnormalities in her body, so she did not care that much about lying.

The words fell on Morris’ ears and really made his heart seize up hard.

It hadn't been long since she left the dungeon and once again she had fainted and could not yet find

out any reason for it.

Would it be dangerous for her?

Morris was worried. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

He was always calm, now his cold face was now covered with worry, causing his coolness to fade

away and gradually replaced by gentleness, even his gaze was filled with endless worry.

His gaze fell on Vivian, who subconsciously swallowed the moment she opened her eyes to meet his

gaze.

That look in Morris’ eyes just now made her uneasy.

"By the way, where are Ivana and Yara? I'm still wearing the Zhong Ling Jewellery’s exhibit." Vivian

said as she reached out to remove the jewellery exhibit from her neck, "It is very valuable and must be

returned intact."

"They're on their way, they'll be here soon."

Morris responded and asked again with great concern, "How do you feel now? Does your head still

hurt?"

"No, it just hurt while ago, now it's just my knee hurts. Have a few days of rest and I will be fine."

When she finished, she laughed heartlessly.

He was relieved that she was fine now, but he was still worried about Vivian's health.

The last time he went to C Country, he went out of his way to test the residue in the porcelain bowl

brought out of the dungeon, but came up empty-handed.

That was the factor that made him anxious.

"By the way, where is Fraser?"

Vivian suddenly asked directly as if something had 'occurred' to her.

Sure enough, at the sound of her words, Morris’ face suddenly became cloudy, and even his eyes

coldened.

He gazed at her, and then he asked, "Disappointed that your carefully arranged confession didn't work

out?"

Everything that happened at today's jewellery show would have been considered carefully

orchestrated.

Even if it was thought of as a marketing ploy, it was at least prepared and set up in advance.

But Morris was in doubt.

If Vivian had been in love with Fraser, she would not have asked his grandmother to introduce a

boyfriend to her at the old mansion a month ago.

It didn't make sense.

He was speculating whether the 'confession' at this jewellery show was just a marketing ploy; or when

she knew that Fraser had suddenly returned to the country, she had met him and knew there was still a

chance, so she had deliberately created a confession.

Morris could not conclude whether Vivian and Fraser had been in private contact.

After all, with the advance of communication these days, it was easy to just ask a classmate for a

contact.

Morris was more inclined towards the latter.

Because Vivian was not the designer of the Zhong Ling Jewellery, there was no need to sell her 'story'

to the Zhong Ling Jewellery Company for publicity!

Morris was doing his analysis in his mind, unaware that he was thinking all wrong.

Vivian smiled awkwardly.

Since Morris misunderstood, let him continue to misunderstand.

It would be nice if this was a chance to break Morris’ mind about her.

"It's just a sudden accident." She raised a hand to her nose and immediately changed the subject, "My

leg hurts, I'm going to get some sleep."

"It hurts?"

When Morris saw her face in pain, he immediately comforted her, "The doctor has already treated your

wound, your knee is badly injured from the fall, so you probably need to rest for a few days."

Vivian looked speechlessly at the ceiling, thinking this 50,000 was really hard to earn.

She suddenly thought of something and instantly asked Morris, "Where's my phone?"

"Here it is."

Morris pulled the phone out of his pocket and handed it to Vivian, "Philip sent it over."

Of course, it was he who instructed Philip to go backstage to get it.

"Thanks."

Vivian took the phone, and sent a message to Yara: [That pair of shoes should have been tampered

with, check who did it.]

The first time Vivian picked up her shoe after the fall on the catwalk, she checked the heel, which had

obvious traces of glue on it.

Clearly, someone had laid hands on it.

"What secret about you I don’t know?"

Morris looked at her with a slightly probing look in his eyes, as if he wanted to know more secrets she

was hiding.

"What?"

Vivian froze, "Oh, I loved modeling when I was a kid. When I was in school, I did modeling part-time,

but at that time I was young, my income was low, and there was little work. I went to a cafe to earn

money, and then I didn't have time to do modeling part-time. Over time, it slowly got put on hold."

Her dream as a child was to be a model, except that it was too difficult to support her family through

modelling.

She still had foster parents to support, so naturally she didn't have the opportunity or the financial

means to back her up and let her go through the modelling scene.

"How many lies have been told to me?"

After Vivian's words had fallen, Morris suddenly questioned her.

Vivian froze, and it dawned on her what Morris meant by his question.

She smiled with embarrassment, "I joked with you the other day, the one called Stefan Bell is a

schoolboy of Art School next to my university."

And she had known Fraser for almost seven years.

In the winter of their first year in high school, Fraser carried her to the infirmary after a fall and she fell

in love with him.

Only that it had been a one-sided love affair.

She had never confessed her feelings to Fraser. Fraser did play with her a lot, but did not seem to like

her at all.

Otherwise, he would not have left the country straight after his sophomore year and cut off contact with

her.