My Fabulous Girl Boss

Chapter 983

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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

angry to chase her, so he turned in the opposite direction

again, they were

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, despite planning to

didn’t know where to go herself. Zack was with Guinevere, so she did not need her to take care of him. She watched the party in full swing, suddenly feeling like

headed towards

out. "Are you

came from inside the room. Wendy

Stella's voice saying,

stood there waiting a long time

"Mom..." she uttered.

brows knitted, sensing that something was

doing in there?" she

"I was just taking a nap. I had to

to make way for Wendy

did not refuse and went

the third floor of the massive Ford Mansion that was full of rooms. The suite

rooms that others had stayed in before, which was why the suite

so vast, it also came with its own balcony and living

the first thing Wendy noticed

of things?" she asked, a

gifted me a snowrose plant," Stella explained with a smile. "I thought

a glance at the plants, and her eyes honed in

"Isn't that...?"

you like, I can pick something easy

turned complicated. After a while, she turned her gaze

what oleander looked like. She also knew that

however, unsure if Stella knew all of that

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composed, but her back was soaked with

putting on a calm facade, perhaps because she was

with a shake of her head. Stella's voice brought her

must've not known about how poisonous the oleanders were, she tried to

"That plant over there..."

Crash!

could finish, a loud noise coming from the

fright. They hurried to where the noise came from and saw a black figure crashing into the room from outside. The window had been

careful!"

response managed to stop Wendy from getting hit

that her face turned white as a sheet. She stood motionless and stared at the figure lying

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

Stella regained her senses, she quickly called out for the

workers outside," she told Wendy, trying to calm her down. "He

a wrench, so

you okay?" she

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

up,

conditioner," he explained. "I was installing an overhead unit when I slipped and fell. I was only

still bloodstains on his face from being cut by the glass. He picked up his peaked cap

Wendy frowned

she had to catch a breath when she felt a

man was swaying slightly as he stood, so she asked in a

"No, no..."

man waved his hands, still looking

mean to break in through the window like that. I'm really sorry.

were here for repairs. Accidents happen. Make sure you don’t slip again, and

"I-I'll be more careful...”

did not expect Stella to treat him so kindly. He kept glancing

head hung low and his eyes darting around frantically, the hands that he kept behind

on the sofa as they waited for the bodyguards to

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

of sweat rolled down her forehead, and her breathing

"Mom, what’s wrong?!"

"Quick... grab my medicine!"

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

starting to panic. "Are you okay?

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

pointed at the coffee

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

you need?" she

glass of water and placed it

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the housekeeper rushed into the

"What happened here?!"

years, and the second he saw

asked Wendy,

By now, she had calmed

for many

then turned to the housekeeper. "Don't worry, I’m fine.

a sigh of relief. His gaze turned towards the stranger in the room, then frowned and asked sternly," What’s going

been stunned because of Wendy's sudden heart attack, but he came

boss. I slipped and fell just

to evaluate the situation. He then looked out the window and glanced at the overalls the plump man was wearing. He now had a rough idea

before you came here?" he barked. "And to think that you’ve caused such trouble on such an important occasion... Can you even afford the consequences if something happens to

within the Ford Manor, it was also his subordinate who was responsible for hiring the maintenance workers there. Thus, if any problem occurred due to the fault of the workers, the person who ultimately

was especially stern with the plump

your 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

was already injured, to begin with, and bloodstains still covered his face. Now, the housekeeper's

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