The Secret Scandal of the Wealthy Family: The CEO's Substitute Bride-Chapter 6 - . Sis, how can you let Nathan hold his head up in front of others?

Kayla Zimmerman, unexpectedly, found herself meeting the man's cold and angry gaze.

He seemed ready to tear her into a thousand pieces, a malicious aura emanating from him.

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Despite frequently being abused by him, deep down Titus Zane had an indomitable stubbornness that refused to submit.

She curled her lips into a sneer, a cold laugh spilling out, her icy eyes defiant and unflinching.

Her life had already hit rock bottom, what else could happen? Surely it wasn't a matter of life and death.

Nathan Moore's obsidian eyes gradually narrowed, and Titus Zane knew it was a harbinger of the storm that was about to erupt.

Lying on the hospital bed, she lifted her chin again, like a proud swan, poised to face danger with elegance.

Titus Zane was ready to be dealt with by Nathan Moore, but just then -

Before the seething man could speak, Olivia Zane, by the window, continued to peel an apple, her voice warm with reproach, "Sister, what happened to you just now? Why did you inadvertently call out Logan's name again? How do you expect Nathan to feel? Luckily, it's just the three of us here. If others heard, how could Nathan show his face in public?"

Olivia Zane's words seemed reasonable, but she deliberately emphasized "always" and "inadvertently".

By doing so, she emphasized Logan Ray's irreplaceable position in Titus Zane's heart.

Moreover, Olivia Zane's every word seemed to consider Nathan Moore's feelings.

One couldn't help but if view the two sisters as the wife and the concubine, then Olivia Zane, the wife, was undoubtedly sensible and tolerant, tirelessly safeguarding her man.

In contrast, Titus Zane, even lying sick in bed, longed for another man in her heart.

Nathan Moore's handsome face darkened further from Olivia Zane's words, like storm clouds in the sky, heavy enough to suffocate.

Glancing at her "devoted" younger sister peeling an apple, Titus Zane couldn't help but sneer. What is killing without spilling blood? Her sister was the master of this art.

She was an expert, just a single sentence from her could leave Titus Zane in immense pain.

The most terrifying thing in the world could be just this: the softest knife inflicts the deadliest wound, bloodless yet lethal. Even covered in blood herself, her sister could still smile innocently at her.

"Olivia, Logan and I have been together for so long, am I not even allowed to call out his name?"

"Sister! What are you talking about!" Olivia Zane lifted her head, nervously glancing at the man on the sofa past the sickbed, "What do you mean you and Logan have been together for so long, you are now Nathan's wife, and he will be upset."

"Ha!" A soft laugh escaped from Titus Zane's bloodless lips, "Olivia, even if someone is upset, my relationship with Logan is a fact that can't be erased, and besides, we both grew up together, like two peas in a pod..."

Titus Zane seemed intent on provoking the man, resigned to a fate of wreck and ruin.

"Titus! Zane!" Each biting word came from between Nathan Moore's clenched teeth, as he threw his laptop onto the sofa and stood up, his tall frame striding towards the sickbed.

"Nathan, no, don't, don't hurt sister..." Olivia Zane "looked terrified," her face paling as she tossed aside the fruit knife and apple, maneuvering her wheelchair quickly toward Nathan Moore.

Olivia Zane's wheelchair moved swiftly, and by the time the seething man reached the sickbed, she had positioned herself in front of him, arms spread in a protective stance, shielding Titus Zane behind her.

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