Stop It, She’s Remarrying!

Chapter 450

Chapter 450

At the hospital, in Mrs. Taylor’s ward.

Seeing Conrad leading Fia in, Mrs. Taylor, who was lying on the bed, struggled to get up till she tugged at her wound and she cried out in pain. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Conrad saw this and said, “Mrs. Taylor, lie down. Don’t move about.”

“Master, Madam, forgive my disrespect!” Mrs. Taylor’s face was flushed. She was ashamed. Laying in the hospital was using Conrad’s money and yet she was unable to serve these two people before her. She was suffering within.

Fia appeared guilty, and her empty gaze looked at Mrs. Taylor’s bed.

“Lie down properly. Don’t move about.”

Conrad supported her and helped her to sit on a chair. She said, “Conrad, leave for a bit. Let Mrs. Taylor and I talk a little.”

“Alright.”

After Conrad left, Fia’s hand moved about in search and finally held one of Mrs. Taylor’s hands that was by the edge of the bed.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Taylor.”

Mrs. Taylor looked at Fia’s eyes that were no longer shining and bright and she spoke, feeling sad.” Madam, what are you talking about? How have you wronged me?”

“It was all because of me that Conrad’s mother hurt you.”

Fia thought about the fact that she had not asked about Mrs. Taylor’s condition since Mrs. Whitley started to serve them at home because Mrs. Taylor was Conrad’s staff, and it made her feel even more guilty.

“I should have come to visit you earlier.”

“Madam, I’m quite alright. Master has found me a nurse practitioner, and besides the injury on my thigh, he has also instructed the doctors to help me with all my other little problems.”

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Taylor…”

Mrs. Taylor took Fia’s hand instead, her face optimistic and her tone light and happy. “When I leave the hospital, my body will definitely be better than before. When the time comes, I’ll be able to take care of you and Master better!”

She really did not wish for her madam to be unhappy because of this.

Fia bit the bottom of her lip and searched her bag to bring out a thick red packet. It was something she had prepared beforehand.

“Mrs. Taylor, this bit of money is for you. Take it and buy some good food and something nice to wear.”

“No, no. How can I accept your money? Master has already given me quite a bit! Furthermore, I am already aged, and I won’t be able to spend this money.”

Mrs. Taylor rejected it quite fervently. Seeing that Fia refused to take it back, she said decisively, “If you really feel bad, then quickly give birth to a child to make it up to me. While I still have the strength, I’ll help you raise the child!”

Fia blushed, thinking about her latest efforts with Conrad.

“Alright, very well. When the time comes, I’ll ask the child to call you Grandma.”

“Oh, that couldn’t be any better!”

Before she left, Fia secretly stuffed the money under the bed sheet, taking advantage of when Conrad was talking to Mrs. Taylor.

After the two of them left, Mrs. Taylor unintentionally touched it and she took it out to have a look before sighing heavily.

“This child is really too kind.”

Conrad supported Fia as they walked along the corridor when he suddenly recalled that Eileen also had an injured thigh and she was also admitted to a ward on this level.

Just as he was thinking of carrying her and leaving a little sooner, a certain someone’s voice rang out beside him.

“Hi, it’s been awhile since we last met!”

Fia frowned. It was Victor’s voice.

Recalling how he had poisoned Grandpa Maxwell, she felt disgusted.

She buried her head into Conrad’s embrace, wanting to urge him to leave quickly.

Victor dropped a casual sentence. “Are you here to see Eileen?”

“What happened to Eileen!” Fia raised her head and grabbed Conrad’s arm.

Conrad swept a ruthless glare at Victor, knowing that Eileen’s matter could no longer be hidden.

“Shall we go together? I’m also here to see her.” Victor held a bouquet of roses in one hand, his smile. gentle and charming.

In Eileen’s ward.

Her cold gaze landed on Victor, with a great desire to curse the daylight out of him!

Victor caught her gaze and said casually, “I met them in the corridor, so I brought them over to see you together. Say, aren’t I good to you?”