Stop It, She’s Remarrying!

Chapter 1202

Taking in a deep breath, Fia mumbled to herself, “Darn it! I must have owed you a great deal in my previous life!”

“Mommy! Mommy, please help Uncle Maxwell!” Irene grabbed and swayed her mother’s arm pleadingly.

Adrian too pleaded tearfully, “Mommy, please. He’s not a bad person. Please help him.”

Glaring coldly at Conrad who was laying on the ground helplessly, Fia sighed and put his arm around her shoulders before carrying him to his sofa.

“Okay, done. Let’s go.”

Adrian and Irene, however, were not having it. They both directed a painfully accusatory frown at their mother.

Fia put a hand on her forehead, frustrated. “Look, he’s only got a cold. He’ll live.”

Hearing this, the children hurried to Conrad to touch his forehead.

“But his forehead is so hot. He’s got a fever.”

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Biting her lips, Fia could do nothing but relent to her children’s kindness. She had to, or else her children might mistake her for some cold-hearted witch.

Sigh. It was so hard to be these two’s mother!NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Recalling how much Lucifer took care of Adrian and Irene, Fia realized again just how hard Lucifer had it when facing these two. No matter what happened in the future, she vowed that she’d repay him for what he did for her kids.

“Mommy, what are you doing?”

Irene was surprised to see what was happening before her. Fia went into Conrad’s apartment and searched for a few minutes. Then, she brought over a towel that enveloped a few ice cubes and put it on Conrad’s forehead.

Her mother finally had a change of heart!

”

Conrad shivered as the ice-cold towel touched his skin.

“Wow! Mommy, you’re the best!” Adrian and Irene were so impressed with their mother after seeing that Conrad seemed to

feel better.

Still, Fia knew this was not enough. She put a hand on Conrad’s hand to check his pulse and poke a few spots to check his

reaction.

“Ouch.” Conrad opened his eyes in pain. He felt as though his arm was stung by a bee. When he saw Fia who was sitting next to him, he asked confusedly, “What… What happened to me?”

Fia stood up and prepared to leave. She did not have the mood to entertain his question.

Yet, to her dismay, her children were still glued to the man and patiently explaining to him.

“Uncle, you fainted just now.”

“Yeah! And Mommy helped you.”

“Although Mommy doesn’t like you, she still helped you several times.”

“So, please don’t be upset with Mommy, okay?”

Conrad blinked and said, “Of course. I’m never upset with your mommy.”

Fia, on the other hand, furrowed her brows. “Adrian! Irene! Time to go home!”

“Mommy, let us check up on Uncle Maxwell, okay?” Irene pleaded with her mother. She was much braver than Adrian because she usually got away with whatever she wanted due to her more feeble body.

Irene continued pleading, “After I’ve seen a doctor, you and Daddy will want to check up on me, right? Am I right, Adrian?”

Seeing that their mother was not overly upset this time, Adrian, too, pleaded in a timid tone, “Mommy, let’s stay and check up on him.”

Defeated by her children’s kindness again, Fia sighed and dialed Silas’ number.

“Mr. Silas, your CEO is having a fever right now. He’s so ill that he even fainted. You best come over to look after him!”

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Adrian and Irene could do nothing but stare at their mother speechlessly. There went their plan to stay with Uncle Maxwell longer!

“Certainly, Ms. Sia. I’m already in the elevator.”

When he arrived, Silas practically ran out of the elevator and into his boss’s apartment. Conrad had arranged a 7AM meeting last night. Yet, they waited until 9AM and he had not shown up. Not only that, they could not get through his phone either.

So, Silas went straight to Aurora Residences after adjourning the meeting.

“Sir! Sir, what’s wrong?” Silas hurried to Conrad’s side as soon as he stepped through the door.

Seeing that his lap dog had arrived, Fia wanted to leave. Yet, her kids still glued themselves to the sofa and were not willing to leave.

Seeing this, Fia felt that she might need to mention Tiger to Silas too. After all, Conrad was an amnesiac patient. She did not want to leave this matter to such an unreliable person.

“What’s this?”

Silas picked up the ice-cold, folded towel on Conrad’s forehead. When he opened it, he saw the ice cubes in it.