My Fabulous Girl Boss

Chapter 982

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Guinevere originally intended to prevent Stella from getting closer to Zack by building a stronger bond with him. But if she were perfectly honest, she had to admit that she never nearly had the patience to deal with Zack herself.

Thus, the best solution was to let Wendy take Zack.

Hearing Guinevere’s suggestion, Wendy frowned, looked at her derisively, and jeered, "Didn't you tell Father that you wanted to spend more time with Zack so you two could bond? So what happened? Don’t you want to get closer to your son now that Stella is not here?"

Guinevere turned deathly pale. She hung her head low and said nothing, not knowing how to explain herself.

Seeing that, Chris turned to Wendy with some discontent and scolded," Why do you keep embarrassing her like that? You're not young anymore, you know..."

He'd been bringing up her age a lot lately.

"Fine!" Wendy glowered at him. "Just think of me as a nosy old woman! Just continue with whatever you were doing, and don't mind me!"

As she finished speaking, she turned on her heels and left.

Zack became anxious when he saw his granny ignoring him. He stomped his legs and tried to follow Wendy, shouting, "Granny! Granny!"

Wendy, however, pretended not to hear him and quickened her pace.

Chris then had no choice but to tell Guinevere, "You better take Zack out for a while..."

"I know,” replied Guinevere. Then she shrewdly suggested, "You should go after Aunt Wendy now."

Chris took a long and deep look at Guinevere but said nothing before turning around and chasing after Wendy.

In no time, Chris managed to catch up with Wendy in the back garden.

"Come on, Wendy. We're an old couple now. Why do you still get mad over the most trivial things?"

There was some helplessness in his tone, and he had deliberately put on a gentler and calmer demeanor for her.

But Wendy no longer fell for such acts. She coldly pulled her hand away and said, "Guinevere is still over there. Why don't you be with her?"

"You speak as if..." Chris muttered before patiently coaxing his wife. "Even though Weston has completely broken off his relationship with Guinevere, she's still Zack’s mother. Isn’t it completely normal that I'd care for my grandson’s mother? Why would you even be jealous of her?"

"She’s still Zack's mother after all," he added, "so from now on, stop taking Stella's side and embarrassing her..."

"Stella is my real daughter-in-law," Wendy interrupted bluntly. "And she was my goddaughter before that. Why should I take anyone's side but hers?"

"Well..." Chris smiled and added, "If they can get married, then they can get divorced. Having a child together, though, is not the same. Besides, you know how much Father likes Zack..."

"Oh yes," Wendy blurted out, "his father certainly likes him very much." 1

Wendy suddenly gave him a meaningful look.

Chris's heart skipped a beat when he saw her like that, fearing she had somehow seen through him from his expressions, but he quickly

suppressed his suspicions. "If you have something to say, then spit it! If you don’t like me getting so close to Guinevere, I'll keep my distance from her!"

He did indeed feel a little sympathy and affection for Guinevere. It was also true that every time he saw Zack, a barrage of complex feelings would surge in his heart.

But all these were merely regular instinctive reactions.

What concerned him the most, however, was the fact that Weston was no longer with Guinevere, which meant she might regain her memories about the incident...

If that were to happen, everything he had now would collapse into ruins.

Chris had long grown past the age where feelings and passion meant everything. Although he often got tired of Wendy’s antics, he knew very well that there was no way he could leave her.

The corners of Wendy's lips twitched, and she smiled thinly, neither approving nor disapproving of Chris' suggestion.

But Chris knew she was still somewhat angry at him, so he added, "I'll take you downstairs to greet the guests later."

"No," she shook her head. "You go ahead. I’m a little tired. I'm going back to the room."

"Why are you always tired these days?" asked Chris with concern. "Is your heart feeling alright?"

As age caught on, Wendy was diagnosed with heart disease. It was the main reason why Chris was adamant about not letting Weston reveal the truth to Wendy after the incident, lest it might be too much of a shock for her to handle.

But as time passed, the concern Chris had for her gradually waned.

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Things had come to a point where Chris completely neglected her health problems. For instance, the last time Wendy went for a medical checkup, he didn't even ask her any questions about it at all.

The realization made Chris feel a little guilty.

"I’ve been busy lately,” he told Wendy, "so I didn't have much time to take care of you. I promise things will be different from now."

"What exactly have you been busy doing?" Wendy sneered. "Weston has been in charge of the company all this time. In fact, I can’t think of a time when you've been busy lately!"

Chris was left flustered with his lies so mercilessly exposed.

"When did you become so mean?!" he snapped.

The fact that he could never be as talented as Weston had always been his sore spot, and Wendy had so bluntly set it on fire.

"I was only concerned about your health," he said, still feeling a little humiliated, "yet here you are, always so eager to put me down!"

"Why don't you just go back to Guinevere and take care of her?" Wendy scoffed in frustration, turning away from him.

"Why are you always so boorish?" countered Chris, his face turning cold.

"That's right," replied Wendy, "I'm boorish, I'm old, and I'm always moody! Why don’t you just go to a younger girl who will say sweet things to you all day?!"

turned around and left right

to chase her, so

they were

felt she held some resentment toward him. He had asked her about it, but she wouldn't say anything. So now, he was left all alone to entertain the guests, despite planning to do

herself. Zack was with Guinevere, so she did not need her to take care of him. She watched

long sigh. Aimlessly, she headed towards

out. "Are

inside the room.

she finally heard Stella's voice saying, "Give me a minute!

a long time before Stella finally opened

"Mom..." she uttered.

knitted, sensing that something was

doing in

I had to put on some

way for Wendy

did not refuse

a suite on the third floor of the massive Ford Mansion that was full of rooms. The suite was, in fact, the same

stay in rooms that others had stayed in before, which was

vast, it also came with its own

the first thing Wendy noticed was the array of potted

kinds of things?" she asked,

a smile. "I thought it looked so pretty that I started to get

plants, and her eyes honed

"Isn't that...?"

furtively blocked Wendy's sight and interjected, 'They're all bonsai. If you like, I can pick

turned

knew what oleander looked like. She also knew that oleanders

unsure if Stella knew

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composed, but her back was soaked

asked while resolutely putting on a calm facade, perhaps

Wendy with a shake of her

poisonous the oleanders were, she tried

"That plant over there..."

Crash!

could finish, a loud noise coming from the

saw a black figure crashing into the room from outside. The window had been

careful!"

stop Wendy from getting hit

sheet. She stood motionless and stared at the figure lying on the floor. 'What... What on earth is going on here...?" she asked in a

a gaping hole in the windowpane that brought a biting chill into the

soon as Stella regained her senses, she quickly called out for

he's one of the workers outside," she told Wendy, trying to calm her down.

wore a work uniform while holding a wrench, so she assumed he must be one of

okay?"

moved slightly and groaned before answering. "I'm... I'm so

himself up, revealing his large plump

explained. "I was installing an overhead unit when I slipped and fell. I was only hanging

from being cut by the glass. He

frowned but finally

but before she could continue, she had to

the man was swaying slightly as he stood, so she asked in a gentle voice, "Are you

"No, no..."

his hands,

fine..." he reassured her. "I really didn't mean to break in through the window like that.

before saying, "You were here for repairs. Accidents happen. Make sure you don’t slip again, and be

"I-I'll be more careful...”

expect Stella to treat him so kindly. He kept glancing at her several times, but he didn't dare to look

his eyes darting around frantically, the

as they waited for the

her face turned terrifyingly pale. She grasped at Stella, who was beside her, and

forehead, and her breathing was short and unsteady, as if

"Mom, what’s wrong?!"

"Quick... grab my medicine!"

lips trembled. She seemed to be in a lot of pain. At first, she was still holding onto Stella's arm tightly, but now her

to panic. "Are you okay? Where is the

probably suffering from some underlying disease, so she began

pointed at the coffee

table and grabbed Wendy’s bag. She reached inside and took out a white

you need?" she

of water and placed it near Wendy's mouth before feeding her the

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housekeeper rushed into the room-

"What happened here?!"

second he saw Wendy collapse on the sofa, he hurriedly rushed over." Madam! Did you

asked Wendy, "So you have...

By now, she had calmed down

for many years

"Don't worry, I’m fine. Stella

gaze turned towards the stranger

plump man had been stunned because of Wendy's sudden heart attack, but he came back to

slipped and fell

to evaluate the situation. He then looked out the window and glanced at the overalls the plump man

you came here?" he barked. "And to think that you’ve caused such trouble on such an

his subordinate

that he was

wonder if they're even qualified for their job! You were paid a lot so you could repair,

bloodstains still covered his face. Now, the housekeeper's

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