Chapter3
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You! You! Please Don't be angry with my dad, he only did this because my sister doesn't want to get married to you so he sent me instead." Mitchell quickly tried to explain with her head bowed down. She was scared of the consequences her father would face if her husband got angry.
Although her husband was just a handicapped man in the Louis Family, he was still a member of the biggest family in the city. "Please, please, don't get upset. I am pleading on my father's behalf."
Dylan stared at the girl before him with a blank expression, she was pleading for her father instead of getting for being made to get married to a handicapped man for her sister's sake.
"Mitchell Edgar, it is said that you have a fiancee and that fiancee is the eldest young master of the Louis Family. Why would you leave him behind and instead go after a handicapped man?"
Mitchell turned puzzled, she raised her head and gazed at the man sitting down. "Huh?"
"You can't understand something so simple? Isn't your fiancee the eldest young master of the Louis Family? I heard you and him are so in love to the point he sends you flowers daily."
"Why would you leave the heir to an empire, the love of your life, and the man of your dreams to marry a handicapped man in place of your sister?" Dylan asked coldly gazing at her. Her innocent expression seemed so annoying to him.
"I love him, I do not know if he loves me but then my father asked me for a favour so I had to fulfill it. Moreover, it doesn't matter honestly." Mitchell replied with a calm expression, a glint flashed through her eyes that didn't go unnoticed by Dylan.
"Or are you sent by him? To monitor what I do? Watch over me like a puppet or to kill me?" Dylan pressed further still not satisfied with her answer.
Mitchell frowned, "I am only here because my father asked me for a favor, nothing more, nothing less. I am married to you and not interested in anyone else."
"The moment I said I do at the altar, I meant it and forgot about everything else. Now, you are my husband and I am your wife. Mitchell Edgar Louis." Mitchell replied with a firm tone.
Dylan's lips curled into a smirk, "No, you are not Mitchell Edgar Louis, you are Mitchell Dylan Louis. That's what and who you are."
"Remember that and let it stick in there. Now you are married to me, you are going to answer that name." Dylan remarked his expression lightening up a bit.
"Get rest, you must be tired from the wedding and the drive here. She will be here soon with the ointment, apply that and go to sleep." Dylan remarked before wheeling his wheelchair out of the room.
Mitchell sat shaken on the bed, she gazed at the door. She was Mitchell Dylan Louis. She finally had an identity. After so many years, her lips thinned into a little smile before it broadened further.
"A new beginning.." Mitchell whispered to herself, she could not help but remember what she heard this morning. If she had not heard it, she would have continued being a fool and blind to their love display.
Now, she was going to find a life for herself that didn't involve them.
"You are smiling, it seems you have fallen in love with our young master, that was fast," Stella remarked with a teasing smile on her lips as she walked into the room, she placed the ointment on the bedside table.
Mitchell raised her head, her expression returned to it being plain. "I do not know what you are talking about. You are a doctor, what are you doing in the mansion? Aren't you supposed to be working?" Mitchell changed the topic.
Stella giggled, it seemed she was fond of giggling, she had a beautiful giggle anyway Soo it was alright. "Indeed, I am a doctor that does not work. All I do is stay in my house till I am called here."
"Oh, so you are a private doctor. It must be boring then, I believe most doctors like to stay around lots of sick patients." Mitchell remarked picking up the ointment from the table.
"Of course, lots of doctors love that. But I do not, I am that doctor who prefers staying all alone in my house and enjoying, karaoke and barbecue." Stella replied smiling widely.
"That's weird unless maybe you are getting so much to work as a private doctor."
"If I say, your husband is the reason I am a doctor will you believe me? This might sound weird but he is the reason I am a doctor indeed, I decided to treat him long ago." Stella answered cutting the words short, she didn't want to dive into the past.
"Hm" Mitchell nodded her head, it seemed her husband had a lot of admirers and people willing to forfeit their lives for him.
Stella only smiled too, she stood up and excused herself from the room. Walking through the corridor, she arrived outside a black door, she knocked on the door and it was pushed open.
"Elias, where's your master?" Stella questioned, her expression morphed into a cold one seeing Elias standing there.
"He went in to clean himself, he will be out soon. The blood from the car accident has dried to his skin." Elias replied staring at Stella from head to toe.
Soon, the study door was pushed open. Dylan rolled his wheelchair into the office, his hair was still wet, and the clothes on him were new too.
"Stella."
"Elias."
"Master, are you alright? You didn't let me check up on your wounds, it will leave a scar once again if you continue like this."
"It doesn't matter. I already have enough scars, an additional scar won't make much difference." Dylan remarked, his eyes looked dead as he stared at his two trustees.
Placing his legs down from the wheels of the chair, he stretched them, and then slowly he stood up on his feet. He stood tall, very tall.
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