Stop It, She’s Remarrying!

Chapter 925

Silas did not wish to reply to questions regarding these two people.

“Sir didn’t get us to watch them. I’m busy with company affairs.”

Fia nodded. “There have been a lot of things lately and a lot of company-related stuff have fallen on you. You must be very tired, aren’t you?”

Silas sized her up oddly. “Madam, what’s wrong with you?”

He felt that she was acting weird.

“I am your boss’s wife. Is it wrong to be a little concerned about you?”

Silas shook his head. “It’s not wrong. I am very grateful. However, in the past, you would never ask all these.”

He subconsciously looked at the document bag on the counter and quickly picked it up and placed it under his underarms.

He had a feeling that Fia was trying to dig information from him.

“Madam, I still have other work to do, so I’ll make a move first.” After he finished speaking, Silas quickly went out. It wasn’t that he wanted to leave. He was afraid of being around Fia.

When Conrad got Sally and returned to the ward together, he immediately said, “Sir, I’ll leave first.”

Conrad looked at the ward. “What happened?”

Silas scratched his head. “I feel that Madam is trying to dig information from me.”

“What did you say?”

Silas shook his head innocently.

Conrad’s gaze landed on the documents he held under his arms. “Did you let her see it?”

“No, no. How could I possibly let Madam see?”

“Go on then.” Conrad let out a sigh of relief and walked into the ward.

Sally checked Fia, who was lying down on the bed, at the place where Fia had bumped into the cupboard. “You’ve got a bruise. Just rub it a little and it will go away after a couple of days.”

“Thank you.” Fia swept a glance at Conrad who was walking in, tugged at Sally’s shirt and asked, “Is your brother alright?”

Sally frowned slightly. “He’s still alright.”

“Sally, thank you for always being tolerant of me. Let me treat you to a meal once I get discharged.” Fia revealed an innocent smile, as if she had lost all her worries.

Sally stared at her, a little stunned. “You seem to be in quite a good mood now.”

“Yes, all thanks to Mr. White. His treatment is pretty good.” Fia praised him sincerely. “If you or anyone by your side is under mental pressure, you can talk to him. He will give you good methods to help you regulate yourself.”

“Oh, alright.” Sally looked at Fia, and felt that she was hinting at something, but had no

evidence of it.

It was like she had just met someone new, and she could sense something behind her words.

“I’m on quite close terms with Mr. White now. When you want to see him, you can invite me along,” Fia said with a smile. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Sally seemed to have caught on to Fia’s point and rejected her politely, saying, “It’s fine. You are doing well now. Stay at home and wait for your delivery. Don’t simply run about outside.” “Alright then.” Fia sighed and let go of Sally’s shirt. “Continue with your work then.”

Sally saw how disappointed she was. “After I get off work, I’ll accompany you for a bit and teach you some new massage techniques.”

“Alright!” Fia immediately smiled. “Then can you bring me some good food?”

“What do you want to eat? I’ll buy it for you,” Conrad interrupted.

Fia swept him a glance from the corner of her eye and her smile reduced by half before she faintly said, “I want to have hotpot.”

Conrad replied, “Hotpot is spicy. It’s not good for your injury’s recovery.”

“There is clear soup hotpot and also tomato soup. Those aren’t spicy!” Fia was a little like an angry child as she said, “Mr. Maxwell, you just think it’s troublesome, don’t you?”

Conrad was a little choked.

Now, he felt that she was not only alienating him…