Marrying a Vegetative Billionaire

Chapter 2 A Solo Wedding

Once she agreed, everything happened quickly.

On her wedding day, not a single member of the Dawson family came to see her off.

Moreover, Janet deliberately sent a sarcastic congratulations message to her.

After Lillian retaliated, she blocked Janet.

This wedding was more of Lillian's farewell ceremony to the Dawson family than a wedding.

'From today on, my life is no longer focused on the Dawson family or the Kent family, but only on myself!'

Lillian suppressed the loneliness and anger within her, but the path ahead became clearer.

She walked alone in her white wedding dress, holding a bouquet that no one would catch, wearing the pink diamond ring Melissa gave her, step by step into the castle at Kent Manor.

This was where Claude Kent resided.

Lillian touched the pink diamond ring on her ring finger.

Janet had worn a much smaller pink diamond ring to show off, saying it was a Christmas gift from her father, worth fifty thousand dollars.

Meanwhile, Lillian had only received a bouquet of flowers brought from the office.

Lillian wondered what Janet's expression would be if she wore this ring in front of her next time.

Lillian smiled. 'This is probably the first advantage of marrying Claude.'

*****

Even when she sat by her nominal husband's bedside, dressed in her wedding gown, everything still felt surreal.

It felt like everyone was in on the scheme, and she was the only one left out.

'But it didn't matter.' She adjusted the bouquet in her hand and looked again at the pink diamond ring on her ring finger.

'I am now Mrs. Kent. No one would dare to betray, deceive, or humiliate me again. I will forge her own path.'

Lillian looked down at the person on the bed, her husband, Claude Kent.

He looked pale but was very handsome, like a perfectly sculpted statue in slumber. Perfect to the point that Lillian couldn't help but reach out to touch him, just to confirm he was real.

His skin felt warm, bringing Lillian back to reality.

"Did I really marry him, a vegetative person... Will my future always be this lonely?"

The room only had her and her immobile husband lying there.

Lillian put down the bouquet, removed her veil, and looked back at the pale man covered by the quilt.

'Claude Kent... is once a powerful and arrogant man. No socialite could resist his charm, and no man dared to look into his eyes. Now, such a man had fallen to the level of marrying me, a woman who had been betrayed by those around her without even needing to attend the so-called wedding. What would he think if he were conscious and realized how he was being treated?'

Lillian shivered at the thought, and a memory flashed through her mind.

Back then, he was still the most powerful leader in the Kent family, standing in the room with a glass of wine, cold and arrogant. Many were eager to please him, but no one truly dared to approach him, not even for a toast.

At that same banquet, Lillian also saw a man kneeling before him, crying bitterly and begging desperately, while Claude seemed not to see him, casually drinking his wine.

When the bodyguards dragged the man away, his eyes were filled with hatred and despair while he spewed curses.

That scene chilled Lillian to the bone.

'I never imagined I would someday become Claude's wife. Though in such a humiliating way.'

When she saw the caller ID, Lillian immediately rejected it.

The phone kept ringing, annoying Lillian.

She took a deep breath and answered the call.

"Lillian! We've received the funds from the Kent Foundation. The Dawson Group is saved! Do your best and try to get more assets after Claude dies. That way..."

Lillian interrupted him, "Even if I get more assets, what does that have to do with you? From today on, I have nothing to do with you or the Dawson family."

Her stepfather, Zachary Dawson, was stunned. "What?"

Lillian interrupted with a sneer, "I've paid off the money the Dawson family spent raising me. From now on, don't call me Lillian. Call me Mrs. Kent."

Before Zachary could respond, she hung up the phone and turned it off.

In one day, she lost her boyfriend and family but got a husband.

The only thing that comforted her was that her husband was young and handsome, and he could quietly listen as she hoarsely poured out her troubles.

In fact, their situations were similar.

Now, even the Dawson family hoped he would die soon so they could inherit countless assets through his new wife, not to mention within the Kent family.

'Perhaps there were few people in this world who truly wished him well. I even find comfort in my vegetative husband...'

Lillian suddenly found it funny, but tears began to fall as she laughed.

Unnoticed feelings of hurt poured out with the tears.

Tears dripped onto her hands, one drop after another.

Lillian didn't bother wiping them away. She just wanted to release the emotions pent up inside.

But at that moment, she felt a warm touch on the back of her hand.

She blinked, trying to see clearly through her teary eyes.

'It is... Claude's finger!'

A slight tickling in her palm assured her she wasn't imagining things.

His long, slender hand was slightly clutched as if too weak, and he was only managing to hook onto her finger.

Lillian became anxious, and her mind went blank.

She looked up and met a pair of deep eyes. The emotions in his blue eyes were hard to discern. He still looked pale, but his weakness couldn't hide his dangerous vibe that made her heart race.

'Claude had woken up!'