Oliver's Substitute Bride (Oliver and Jessica)

Chapter 290

Jane knocked gently on the door of Roy's room, but no one answered.

She just opened the door and came in.

Roy continued to draw without looking at her.

Jane walked to his desk and sat cross-legged.

Instead of saying anything, she picked up the painting which was thrown on the floor, and looked at it.

Every child was born an artist, and Roy's paintings were even more outstanding than those of his

peers.

He paints mostly scenes of a young boy and a tall man together.

They were obviously about the parental interaction between Oliver and Roy.

Judging from the paintings, the little boy's ability to express himself was extraordinary, perhaps

because he was weaker than his peers in oral speaking.

But his language of painting was colorful.

Jane knew that his condition was only temporary. As long as his family loved him more, he would grow

into a normal person in the future.

The two of them sat quietly in the room.

Roy saw Jane when she sat down, but they remained in peace since she didn't mean to talk to him, nor

touch him.

The child must have seen a lot of people who would bombard him with questions as soon as they

entered the room.

Whether it was the doctor Oliver invited or the servants at home, they all knew that Roy was Oliver's

apple of his eye. They did not dare to neglect him at all, and all showed great enthusiasm to him.

Especially Tina. He felt even more uncomfortable every time he saw her smile.

Everyone in the family said that Tina was his mother, and he didn't feel any closer to her, but more

disgust.

It was the first time he had seen someone who entered and kept silent.

Roy glared at her with his big innocent eyes and asked, "Who are you?"

No matter how much Jane hated Tina and Oliver, the clarity in the child's eyes made her feel a little

ashamed.

She smiled and said, "I'm the one your father invited to treat you, but I don't think you're sick."

"You're smart. I hate those people. They don't even know me, but they treat me like a patient." Roy

said.

Jane looked at the child's performance. He was like a normal person if not stimulated.

She wasn't quite worried.

After a few more words, she said, "It seems that you're well indeed, but you need to communicate with

other children and participate in group life more."

Roy did not answer.

Jane looked at the time. She had to leave soon.

She stood up and patted Roy on the back as Oliver did. "Come on, little boy. Auntie has expectations

on you."

Roy was quite calm, showing no violent reaction as when the strangers touched him before.

He turned his head and stared at Jane.

She walked to the door and waved at him.

As soon as she came out of Roy's room, she quickly went downstairs.

She wanted to leave as soon as possible.

Jane called Vivian in advance and asked her to come to GrandVille Apartments to pick her up.

She didn't want Simon to send her back.

When she inadvertently called out Nanny Daisy, she knew that people were apt to expose flaws in

details they less cared about.

Facing Oliver, she was on full alert.

But it was easy for her to let her guard down when dealing with Nanny Daisy or Simon. That was the

scariest thing.

Jane was familiar with GrandVille Apartments, so she hardly wasted any time, just walking straight to

the gate.

When she arrived, she saw Butler Shank.

So she put on her sunglasses.

It was normal to wear sunglasses since she was outside now.

She told Butler Shank that she was a doctor who came to see the young master of the Williams family.

Shank naturally knew about it.

But he didn't understand why Jane came out alone, without any servant sending her off.

He wanted to call Simon and ask him what was going on.

Jane knew that he had always been careful and was afraid that he would call Oliver.

She said, "I happen to have something urgent. I've already informed my assistant to pick me up. She's

outside the door. Please open the gate."

Jane, after all, was a guest invited by Oliver. Butler Shank did not dare to slack off and opened the

gate.

As soon as she came out, she saw the car at the gate.

Fortunately, Vivian had arrived, otherwise, it would be too bad if she would have been stopped halfway.

GrandVille Apartments was a villa area, so it was hard to get a taxi here.

After she got into the car, she took out Oliver's business card and called him.

When Oliver received the call, he found out that Jane had left. He didn't understand why she left in a

hurry.

Jane explained that she was pulled here temporarily today and there were guests at home, so she left

first.

When she returned, she would put up a report and give it to him as soon as possible.

Oliver also had a series of questions about Roy for her.

Seeing that she was so easily dismissed, he guessed that she was probably bragging about her

profession.

Jane left without seeing him, probably because she was afraid that he would know that she didn't know

anything about art therapy.

She was a woman who wanted fame.

Oliver sneered, blaming himself for being too anxious.

To cure Roy's strange illness, he was in a hurry to go to the doctor. Now that he was pinning his hopes

on a woman who completely disgusted him.

If it weren't for his son, he wouldn't have implored her so humbly.

He suddenly felt that he was so anxious that lost his mind.

Therefore, he never thought again about asking Jane to continue treating Roy.

After Jane returned, she made a report about Roy.

Of course, what the report said was also her truest judgment.

Jane didn't want to hide anything from Oliver about the child.

She analyzed what she could manage.

As for what Oliver thought, she didn't care at all. She just wanted her conscience to be clear.

A few days later, Jane asked Vivian to send the diagnosis report and dry-cleaned clothes directly to

GrandVille Apartments.

When Vivian arrived, she handed the things to Butler Shank.

When she went back, she saw Oliver's car.

Butler Shank was about to take the things to the living room.

Oliver saw the package in his hand at first glance after he went off the car.

"What is this?" He asked.

"Young master, these are the clothes that Miss Kim asked someone to return and the young master's

diagnosis report."

"Throw them into the trash can," Oliver said coldly.

Thinking that he was deceived by that gaudy woman, Jane, he fell into a rage.

He now suspected that Jane's reputation in the art circle was deceptive.

Maybe she invested some money and hyped herself up.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.