The Substitute Wife My Poor Husband is a Billionaire novel Chapter 462

Johanna looked into Lila’s eyes meaningfully. “I could see that Janet was quite nice to you. Did you happen to misunderstand her?”

Lila felt wronged right then. “I have no idea what happened. My best friends and I went shopping together with her.We treated her very considerately. I don’t know why that happened.” Johanna knew Lila very well. Though she was a little spoiled, with regard to morals, Johanna thought she and Beal had taught her a great deal. 

“Well, it’s getting late, why not go upstairs and have a rest first? I’ll deal with this matter.” Johanna didn’t bother asking any more questions. She decided she would talk to Janet first.

 The next morning, when Janet woke up, the servants were preparing breakfast in the kitchen. In Seacisco, she had the habit of getting up early in the morning.

Johanna returned to the house from a morning run outside. Sweat was pouring off her body. The habit of morning exercise gave her a perfect figure even though she was nearly fifty years old.

“Good morning, Mrs. White.” When Janet saw Johanna walk in, she nodded at her. Even though Johanna and Beal were her biological parents, Janet still felt a little awkward around them and could not make herself call them Mom and Dad for now. 

“Mom” and “Dad” were both unfamiliar and awkward phrases to her still. When she lived with the Lind family, she seldom called Bernie and Fiona Dad and Mom. Wiping the sweat off her forehead, Johanna was startled.

 “I’m not your boss, why are you still calling me “Mrs. White”?” 

She then glanced over at the empty table, covered her stomach with her hands, and winked at Janet. 

“Breakfast has yet to be served. Why don’t we go to the kitchen to check? You haven’t had the chance to try my cooking, right? Just to let you know, I cook delicious eggs and bacon.” Janet nodded with a smile on her face, feeling a warmth flood through her heart. Like a little child, she followed Johanna into the kitchen. Janet watched as Johann cracked the eggs into the sizzling pan. Soon, the kitchen was filled with the aroma of fried eggs.