My Spy Wife Disguised in Fool (Part 1)

　　"I will not marry Loren Morris!"

　　With swollen red eyes and overflowing tears on her face, Barbara Campbell threw another expensive vase at the luxurious floor made with mahogany, "How can you bear to marry your own daughter to a cripple!"

　　The shattered vase made her father, Tom Campbell, frown with resignation.

　　"Barb...", He had always loved his daughter, but this was the only way he could save his company from the edge of bankruptcy.

　　He reached out to comfort Barbara, but she suddenly picked up a piece of fragment and put it on her wrist.

　　"Barb! What are you doing?"

　　The Campbells almost simultaneously screamed in shock.

　　"Listen up, if you force me to marry that cripple, I will kill myself immediately. After all, marrying him is no different from killing me!"

　　"Barb, if there is any chance, we will not..." Mrs.Campbell covered her face and choked with sobs.

　　The quarrel in the living room was like a drama in old times.

　　It was so full of cliches that people could almost predict the next sentence they were going to say.

　　A woman hid behind the column on the second floor, looking at the scene expressionless.

　　Her lips silently moved, and Barbara happened to yell out what she was murmuring, "You still have a daughter! Since she has been here for a long, it is time for her to make some contributions!"

　　"Barb!"

　　Tom grumpily stared at her.

　　"Am I wrong? If you had not adopted her, she would certainly starve to death!"

　　Upon hearing this, Mrs.Campbell hesitated for a while.

　　She also had such an idea but didnt dare to tell Tom. Barbaras words gave her a perfect reason.

　　"Tom", She took Toms hand and sobbed: "Do you want to see our daughter die in front of us?"

　　"I..."

　　Seeing Toms hesitation, Barbara directly cut the skin on her wrist.

　　A wound with blood immediately emerged on her thin wrist.

　　The dazzling blood immediately flustered Tom: "No, no, no, no! Barb, please! Give me some time to think about it!"

　　"No! You must promise at once! Otherwise," Barb gnashed her teeth and exerted more strength on the sharp fragment.

　　Her move successfully frightened Tom, and he yelled: "Okay! As long as you can put that down!"

　　Only then did the smile emerge on Barbaras face again.

　　She threw the fragment aside and rushed to hold her parents in tears.

　　"I knew you still love me."

　　"Mouth breather."

　　The woman on the second floor coldly took back her sight and entered her small room.

　　After a short while, Mrs.Campbell knocked at her door and came in with a plate of fruit. "Becky, what are you doing?"

　　Rebecca was scribbling on white paper with a paintbrush, and no one could tell what the unformed pattern on the paper was. The paint on her face made her look quite a sloven.

　　As soon as seeing Mrs.Campbell, she immediately got up from the ground with a smirk, running over and grabbing an apple without washing her hands.

　　"Thank you so much!"

　　Barbara, who was standing at the door, twitched her mouth in disgust and walked in, "Becky, is Mom good to you?"

　　"Of course!" Rebecca answered aloud without thinking.

　　Barbara was satisfied with this answer, continuing: "Then, do you want to help mom?"

　　"Mm-hmm."

　　Rebecca nodded, then took a bit of a large chunk out of the apple.  

　　Her mouth was immediately stuffed, and the saliva in her mouth dripped out.

　　Mrs.Campbell and Barbara quickly backed away, and they almost could not conceal the disgust on their faces.

　　Barbara didnt want to waste her time on Rebecca or stay in this messy room anymore.

　　She managed to put on a kind smile and coaxed Rebecca, "Our family is in trouble. If you want to help us, you should marry a man."

　　"Marry?"

　　It finally came to the point, but Rebecca pursed her lips with confusion, "Is it like those on TV? I mean, wearing beautiful skirts and eating tasty foods?"

　　"Yes!"

　　Mrs.Campbell hurriedly nodded.

　　She didnt imagine the girl was more gullible than she expected.

　　Rebecca tilted her head and blinked her innocent eyes, "Well, is that man rich?"

　　"Super rich!"

　　"Even richer than us?"

　　"Of course!" Mrs.Campbell smiled more and more brightly.

　　Rebecca coldly snorted in her heart, but happily clapped her hands in front of the two vicious women, "Great! He can buy me a lot of apples!"

　　Rebeccas reply made the two take a long sigh of relief.

　　According to the Morris familys status and reputation in this city, there should have been a great wedding.

　　But given Lorens emotional and physical condition, they decided to simplify the process.

　　Early the next morning, Rebecca was surrounded by many people.

　　But she just sat there without saying a word.

　　No matter how the makeup artist praises her beautiful appearance, fair skin, and bright eyes, she just nodded.

　　Nevertheless, her indifference made her even more fascinating.

　　"Miss Campbell is more like a fairy than a human!" The makeup artist couldnt help sighing.

　　Rebecca looked at herself in the mirror.

　　This was the first time she dressed like an ordinary woman in twenty years.

　　For fear that Rebecca would expose the truth, Barbara and Mrs.Campbell stood outside the room and watched the inside with full attention.

　　As long as Rebecca said or did something wrong, they would immediately rush in and cover for her.

　　It took Rebecca a whole morning to get dressed.

　　At noon, the car to pick her up had already waited outside.

　　"Becky," Tom tightly grasped Rebeccas hand, and the guilt in his eyes was self-evident,"If you are bullied or wronged in the Morris family, just come back. Daddy is always on your side!"

　　"Of course, they will not bully our lovely Becky!"

　　Seeing her husbands serious look, Mrs.Campbell hurriedly took Rebeccas hand and coaxed her with a smile: "As long as you listen to them and your husband, there will be no problem."

　　"Mm-hmm." Rebecca nodded firmly as if expecting the upcoming rich life.

　　"Dont laugh."

　　Mrs.Campbell hardly her face and seriously whispered in Rebeccas ears: "Remember what mommy told you. Talk little, and laugh less!"

　　As long as she remained silent, people will not suspect her intelligence.

　　As long as she didnt laugh, she would not expose the truth that--she was a fool.