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?!"

she turned around and left

was too angry to chase her, so he turned

again, they

her, but for some unknown reason, he 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,

did not need her to take care of him.

Aimlessly, she headed towards Stella's room and

called out. "Are you in

from inside the room.

while, she finally heard Stella's voice saying, "Give me a minute! I’ll be

there waiting a long time before Stella

"Mom..." she uttered.

knitted, sensing

were you doing in

had to

turned to make way for Wendy and offered, "Why don't

not refuse

in a suite on the third floor of the massive Ford Mansion that was full of

obsessed with cleanliness, and he didn't like to stay in rooms that others had stayed in

suite was so vast, it also came with its own balcony

in, the first thing Wendy noticed

those kinds of things?" she asked, a

Taylor gifted me a snowrose plant," Stella explained with a smile. "I thought it looked so pretty that I started to get interested in

swept a glance at the plants, and her eyes honed in on one of

"Isn't that...?"

sight and interjected, 'They're all bonsai. If you like, I can pick something easy to

complicated. After a while, she turned her

looked like. She also knew

Stella knew all of that

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and composed, but her back was soaked

resolutely putting on a calm facade, perhaps because she was hiding something.

of her head. Stella's voice brought

not known about how poisonous

"That plant over there..."

Crash!

finish, a loud noise coming from

a black figure crashing into

careful!"

Wendy from getting hit

as a sheet. She stood motionless and stared at the figure lying on the

windowpane that brought a biting chill into the room as a

senses, she quickly

outside," she told Wendy, trying to calm her down. "He probably fell in

holding a wrench, so she assumed he

okay?" she asked

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

himself up,

air conditioner," he explained. "I was installing an overhead unit when I slipped and fell. I was only hanging on a steel wire, and I had no choice but to break the

were still bloodstains on his face from being cut by

this, Wendy frowned but

before she could continue, she had to catch a breath when she felt a sharp pain in her

the man was swaying slightly as he stood, so she

"No, no..."

waved his hands, still

through the window like that. I'm really sorry. I'll... I'll pay for

before saying, "You were here for repairs. Accidents happen. Make sure

"I-I'll be more careful...”

to treat him so kindly. He kept glancing at her

eyes darting around frantically, the hands

on the sofa as they

pale. She grasped at Stella, who was beside

her forehead,

"Mom, what’s wrong?!"

"Quick... grab my medicine!"

in a lot of pain. At first, she was still holding onto Stella's arm tightly, but

Stella was starting to panic. "Are you okay? Where is

probably suffering from some underlying disease, so she began searching her body for

at the coffee

meaning, so she rushed towards the coffee table and grabbed Wendy’s bag. She reached inside and took

do you need?" she

obtained a glass of water and placed it near Wendy's mouth before feeding her the medicine

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rushed into the

"What happened here?!"

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

surprised Stella. She asked Wendy,

she had

had it for many years now,"

"Don't worry, I’m fine.

a sigh of relief. His gaze turned towards the stranger in the room, then

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

sorry, boss. I slipped and fell just

evaluate the situation. He then looked out the window and glanced at the

trouble on such

his subordinate who was responsible for hiring the maintenance workers there. Thus, if any problem occurred

then that he was

supervisor?" the housekeeper demanded. "At the rate they're going, I wonder if they're even qualified for their job! You were paid a lot so you could repair, not break in through the

He was already injured, to begin with, and bloodstains still covered his face. Now, the housekeeper's severe admonition distressed him so much that he couldn't

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