Janet's almond-shaped eyes widened in shock.
She stared dumbfounded at Derrick's stern face,
mentally retracing the past days—how she and Philip had spent time together, which could be counted on her ten fingers.
"Y-yes…" Janet stammered,
not intending to hide anything from him.
After all, it was all Philip's arrangement; she had no right to question it.
"You seem to have forgotten what I told you," Derrick said sharply—
his tone eerily reminiscent of Charles.
She remembered Charles had once said the exact same thing to her.
Father and son, after all, were alike in many ways.
"Philip may be physically limited now,
but the doctors said he can gradually live a normal man's life again.
You understand what I mean, don't you?"
Derrick fixed his cold gaze on her delicate, translucent face.
He hadn't imagined that after the wedding night, Philip would move to the next room instead of staying with Janet.
