NO LONGER HIS PLAYTHING：I'm the Heroine of My Own Story novel Chapter 92

As the saying goes, “the diamond cuts the diamond!”

Leo was in dire need of response in the language he could understand, I was sick and tired of his devious stratagems. If he was taking advantage of my past relationship with him, I was going to do the same, but in a modified version.

So, when Echo requested me to visit Leo in the hospital due to public pressure, I agreed with her and went to see that recovering celebrity.

Holding a bouquet of white roses with a ‘get well soon’ card, I knocked at the door, his assistant invited me to come in.

“Good evening, Miss Phoebe!”

James’s mile wide victorious smile made me laugh; I smirked inwardly.

“He must be thinking of using this meeting as my defeat before Leo’s non-existent love and cashing it in on social media.

Alas!

He is seriously mistaken!”

I walked inside and sincerely greeted Leo,

“How are you feeling today, Leo?”

Covered in bandages, Leo’s face lit up to see me, he received the flowers with thanks.

“I am feeling good now. Thanks to you, Phoebe.”

“Not for long…”

I smiled professionally and sat on the bench beside his bed, inquiring about the doctors’ opinion. I noticed that James took out his cell phone quite immediately, confirming my suspicions.

I was expressing my deepest concerns about Leo’s health when Jane and Zoe ran inside the room, chirping like birds.

“Look, Mommy!

Jane took out a juice box for her daddy as well, she was excited to be at the hospital. Bright sat with me, picking up Jane in his arms. Zoe stood with me, and pouted.

“No hugs for me, daddy?”

Crossing his arms on his chest, he registered his protest. Bright laughed at his cute pout.

“Why not, Zoe? Here …”

He eyed him to come forward and then picked him up as well, both Jane and Zoe were easily adjusted in his long arms. As this was the daily routine of Bright to smother our kids with love, I specifically checked Leo’s expressions, only to be pleasantly drenched in the showers of mean satisfaction.

The joy and gratitude on his face was now replaced by the darkness of shock and helplessness; he was breathing heavily to see our family bonds.

Leo was composed, but angry until Zoe followed Jane’s footsteps, calling Bright his daddy. This was the last straw. His face changed color between red and Johnson as his eyes narrowed in disgust. He gritted his teeth, almost exploding in fury.

“What are you saying, Zoe? I am your dad!”