Stop It, She’s Remarrying!

Chapter 961

“Good day, miss. I’m looking for the Surgery Department. May I know which floor it is located on?”

The man who was speaking to Fia had a pair of breath-taking, blue, deep set eyes. He was on the stairs with Fia, looking at her with an earnest gaze.

Fia took a good look at him before answering his question, “It’s on the fourth floor.”

“Thank you, miss.” The man nodded before stepping aside, allowing Fia to continue descending the stairs.

Seeing this, Fia, too, nodded back at him politely before racing down the stairs. Instead of continuing his way to his supposed destination, the man kept on staring at Fia, eyeing at her slim, delicate figure and her innocent, good-willed eyes.

She was so defenseless that he could easily push her and have her rolling down the stairs, injuring her severely.

A good-hearted, defenseless girl like her was not a wicked wench like how Esme had described her. Heh, it seemed that word about Esme Manning being a liar was true after all!

Reaching a corner of the floor below, Fia sensed the man’s gaze and turned to look at him, locking eyes with him.

She asked curiously, “Is there anything else you needed?”

The man hesitated for a moment before saying, “Have you met with something untoward lately?”

Fia gave him a puzzled look. “No. What made you think so?”

“If you did, it’s best that you resolve it as quickly as possible. Only then will you be able to start your life anew.” NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Upon saying that, the man turned away and continued ascending the stairs.

Fia was baffled by this stranger’s weird words. She took a look at the numbers that she had keyed in earlier when they were exchanging words. She had been silently keying in the phone number of the police station nearby so she could call them right away if the man were to assault her. Yet, he had left before she could finish typing the number.

What a weird man… Was he some kind of horoscope enthusiast? How strange indeed.

Suddenly, her phone rang. Fia immediately received the phone call anxiously.

“Fia! Where are you?!” Conrad’s anxious voice could be heard from the phone.

“I am not using the elevator. I took the stairs.”

Furrowing his brows, Conrad immediately rushed to the stairs. He was in such a rush that he almost ran into the man Fia had met at the stairs earlier.

Curtly apologizing to the man, Conrad continued racing down the stairs to find Fia, not even bothering to look at him. The man stopped and stepped aside before politely excusing Conrad

as he zoomed past him.

Staring at Conrad running down the stairs, the man quietly murmured, “Long time no see, Conrad Maxwell.”

Hearing this, Conrad felt a jolt in his heart before turning to see who it was. However, the man had already left and was nowhere to be seen.

Conrad shook his head and calmed down. He had been very anxious of late so it had made him wary of everyone, thinking that everyone around him was scheming against him.

Having calmed down, Conrad continued rushing down the stairs to find Fia.

Meanwhile, Fia was still standing at the same place, not daring to continue descending the stairs. She feared that she might meet another stranger, one that might push her down the stairs this time.

When she heard footsteps coming from above, she yelped out fearfully, “Conrad, is that you?”

“Yes, it’s me!”

When she heard Conrad’s voice, Fia finally smiled.

“Why did you run down the stairs alone? What if you met with a bad person?” Conrad said as he anxiously walked toward her. “If you must use the stairs, you shouldn’t do it alone. You should ask Sophia to accompany you.’

Fia purposely pouted and asked, “Why Sophia? Why can’t I ask you to come with me?”

Conrad was stunned hearing this. He said, “But I thought you were pissed at me… that you don’t want to see me, right? Therefore, I’m doing my best to not say a word in front of you so you’d not get angrier.”

Fia sighed and hugged his arm. “Let’s go home. I miss Mrs. Whitley’s cooking.”

“Okay. Let’s go home.”

“We could also invite Silas, Tiger, and Sophia. Let’s have a feast! Oh, let’s not forget Mr. Lane, Mary, and Sharon too.”

Conrad could not help thinking of Mary when Fia mentioned Tyler. This woman kept asking to get in contact with her son. The Hellish Training Camp only provided training in seclusion, away from civilization and trainees’ families. It would be unfair to the other trainees if they allowed William to get in contact with his mother too often.

Mary regretted sending William to the Hellish Training Camp for training. She wanted to bring him back home.

“Let’s not invite the Lanes.” Conrad smiled at Fia bitterly. Although Mary did not dare to complain to him, she would torment Tyler with her complaints every single night. When that happened, Tyler would voice his grievances to Conrad the next day.

If Conrad knew Tyler would nag at him like this, he would never have rescued him years ago!