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Chapter 25.2 How’s the Kid?

Carefully, he removed the bandages, revealing the swollen ankle joint and the ointment that hadn’t fully absorbed.

Troy used an alcohol–soaked towel to wipe away the excess ointment, revealing the swollen, white, bulging joint that looked like a loaf of bread.

He applied more ointment to Imogen’s ankle, wrapped it in gauze, and secured it with a knot.

“Alright,” he said, making Imogen a new blanket.

She managed a small “thank you.”

Troy placed all the medications back in the box, but just as he was about to leave, his phone rang.

He checked the screen and frowned slightly before picking up the call. “Hello, Sarah.”

Imogen wasn’t sure what was being said on the other end, but Troy’s face turned serious as he replied, “Okay, I know, I’m coming right now.”

Troy left the room quickly without waiting for Imogen to respond.

With a wry smile, Imogen watched him walk away.

Later, the helper brought her food, and Imogen ate it while looking out the window. Her mind. couldn’t help but yearn for Troy.

Imogen’s heart was easily swayed, but Troy didn’t seem to want to spend time with her.

With her injured leg, she couldn’t go to work, so she asked the helper to bring her laptop so she could work from home and take care of some tasks. She stayed in her second–floor bedroom to avoid using the stairs.

The helper took care of her meals.

bringing her food. She said, “Just leave it on the table;

Troy who entered

work

“Yes.”

Troy placed the food on the table by

eat.

he finished, he helped

he had a bag containing medicines, including the ones prescribed by the hospital and those she had previously taken

pill. She tightened her

noticed two unmarked white bottles and asked, “These are the medicines you gave me at the hospital for stomach and bowel treatment. Why are they in these

changed the packaging myself. It’s not convenient to

have to go on a business trip next week, so I

a reasonable explanation, Troy didn’t push further, simply saying, “Your feet might not recover soon. Ask someone else to

a small sigh of

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bag and asked, “Yesterday, the doctor only prescribed external medicine. Are there any internal anti–inflammatory drugs or medicines

“I’ve been having stomach issues recently, so the doctor advised

something wasn’t quite right, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint

moving to Imogen’s bed with a roll of gauze ointment he had taken out. He sat down next to her and lifted her

and the

the helper to

“Just call her up?”

lips tightened, but she

words were not entirely

her injured foot, making her instinctively want

ankle joint and the ointment

revealing the swollen, white, bulging