Mr. CEO Your Wife Has Wanted a Divorce for a Long Time

---- Chapter 417 As soon as the butler left, Franklin returned with her phone from Isabella's room. Taking it without looking up, Maggie said, "Thank you." Franklin didn't respond. Maggie got out of bed, intending to wash up in Isabella's room. Sensing her plan, Franklin said, watching her profile, "There's a toothbrush and cup here, too." She paused. Since she was already resting here, washing up here hardly made a difference. After a second, she turned into Franklin's bathroom. She was brushing her teeth when Mr. Zane arrived.

When she finished, he took her pulse, asked detailed questions, put her on an IV, and gave Franklin ---- instructions on her aftercare. After Mr. Zane left, Franklin brought over the congee the butler had delivered. Maggie hesitated, then accepted it. "Thanks." "Don't mention it." At forty degrees, she felt awful and had no appetite, but she forced herself to eat slowly. Midway through, she glanced at Franklin, who was seated not far away watching her, and rasped, "Where's Isabella?" "Downstairs.

bowl before she couldn't continue. ---- Seeing how hard it was for her, Franklin didn't insist. He took the bowl and handed her a tissue. "Rest for now. When the drip finishes, I'll have Mr. Zane come up." "... Thank you." He said nothing. Exhausted as she was, Maggie still sent Johnny

eyes. When she woke again, more than two hours had passed. She was drenched in sweat, clothes soaked through. The TV had finished at some point, and Franklin

Franklin handed her a thermometer. "I checked twice just now. It dropped a lot the first time, then ticked up a bit the second-Mr. Zane said that's normal. It's about time to check again." "Okay," Maggie said, taking it. She still wasn't feeling great, but was better than before. Glancing at his laptop, she said, "I can take care of