A Farewell After Being Reborn

Chapter 224

Sage walked along a path paved with white pebbles, feeling uncomfortable. Tiana was right.

She had overeaten.

Ian noticed her knitted brows and figured she wasn’t feeling well. He called Terry and asked, “Could you check if there’s a drugstore nearby? Have someone get me some antacids.”

Sage couldn’t help but think of her previous life when she heard that. She used to have occasional stomach pains as a result of her excessive dieting. Ian happened to be at home that night.

When she brought him a glass of milk, her stomach hurt so much that her face turned pale from the pain, and she almost spilled it. Yet, he didn’t even ask her what was wrong. He simply asked her to leave.

Meanwhile, she hadn’t made a sound just now, yet he noticed her discomfort and took the initiative to ask someone to get her some medications.

“It seems that men can learn to be attentive,” she brooded. He had only been inattentive to her because he didn’t love her. 1

Sage had also noticed his changes. He did seem to care more about her in this life compared to her previous life.

Even though she was still adamant about getting a divorce, she didn’t see the point in harboring resentment toward Ian. After all, in this life, he hadn’t allowed Ivy to step all over her, nor had he neglected her. 1

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Is your stomach still acting up? Do you want to go to the hospital?” Ian asked as he walked over to her.

her head.

Terry. He was wearing a coat and holding a set of car keys. He was probably on his way to get her some antacids.

him a death stare, as if he had made a serious mistake while he was reporting

everything he had done since he joined Holcomb Corporation, but he still couldn’t figure out how he had offended

asked him, “What would happen if you were hit

ME

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bottle?”

confused, he answered, “I would… get

person who takes the hit for you get injured?” Ian shot daggers at him.

and asked, “Who would

“Sage,” Ian responded.

was so startled that he dropped the documents he was holding onto the table, almost knocking over Ian’s coffee mug. His voice quivered as he stuttered, “M–Mr.

show your face in front of Sage ever again,” Ian ordered. “If you see her, take a detour!”

blend into the background when he learned

springs that the girls liked to visit. He

him at the moment. He couldn’t avoid her even if he wanted to. “Mrs. Holcomb,