Chapter 297
“Do what you like, as long as you’re happy.” Conrad originally wanted to say something to stop her. But he was confused about his own matters, and he knew that whatever he said was useless.
“I hope that you and Fia will come together for my wedding.”
“I will, but I can’t make her decisions for her.”
After sending Sapphire off, Conrad continued to smoke outside.
Only when noon came and when he saw Mrs. Taylor came with lunch, did he quickly stand up.
“Why are you smoking, Master Maxwell?”
“Give the food to me. I’ll bring it in.”
“You should at least wash up first!” Mrs. Taylor sighed and brought the food in.
“Madam, I’m here with your lunch.”
When she saw how Fia simply remained there without a word, she tried to fake a relaxing tone saying, “I didn’t make anything spicy today, but these are all plain enough to help you with your recovery. I’ve prepared mixed fruit in vanilla yogurt for you. I know you like it.”
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Despite how bitter Fia felt, when she recalled how sweet and creamy the yogurt was, she felt her stomach somewhat empty.
“I’ll help you up.”
“Wait. I need to go to the washroom first.”
She needed a change of pad.
“I’ll help you in.”
“Sure.”
Once they were in the washroom, Fia pulled her pants down and saw the bloody pad. She could feel the pain in her stomach as her tears began to trickle down.
Despite how calm she was pretending to be after she woke up, only she herself knew how heartbroken.
she felt.
As she lay there the whole morning, all she could think about was that child.
She didn’t know how long the baby had waited to be inside of her.
But she couldn’t protect the baby at all.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”
She wiped her tears with the back of her hand and then changed the pad. She washed her face and walked out with a cold expression on her face as if nothing had happened.
She ran into Conrad who was walking to the washroom. She glared at him coldly and wanted to go back. to bed by walking around him.
But instead, he carried her.
“What are you doing?!”
“You’re too weak. I’ll carry you to the bed.”
Conrad strode over to the bed, worried that Fia was unwilling and would get angry with him and hurt herself instead.
“Yes, that’s right. You finally know how to act properly.”
Mrs. Taylor was very happy as she set up lunch. Once Conrad had placed Fia on the bed, she quickly gave her a bowl of yogurt.
When Conrad saw it, he extended his hand to her. “I’ll help her with it.”
“No!” Fia said in an ice–cold tone. “I can eat it myself.”
“You’re still recovering so you can’t mistreat your own body. Don’t move too much if you can! Let me help you, madam.”
Mrs. Taylor’s eyes turned red. As soon as she thought about the little boy or girl that didn’t make it, she felt terrible about it.
Master Maxwell was going to be thirty in another month or so. Originally, she thought that once the madam had given birth, she could help take care of their child.
However, no matter how terrible and regretful she felt, there was nothing she could do.
All she could wish was for the two to fix their relationship and get a new baby soon.
“Get out!” Fia said to Conrad coldly.
“I’ll stay here. I won’t talk.” All he wanted to do was to take a look at her. Only then could he feel somewhat at peace.
“I can’t eat if you’re here!”
Mrs. Taylor had no choice and she said, “Please go out now, Master Maxwell, alright?”
Conrad had never felt so upset before, but Fia’s health was much more important, so he let it go.