Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

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.

the helper was bringing her food. She said, “Just leave it on the

was Troy who

you off work now?”

“Yes.”

on the table by her bed

eat.

finished, he helped

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

out each pill. She tightened her grip on the corner

the medicines you gave me at the hospital for

“I changed the packaging myself. It’s not convenient to have

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

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

a small sigh of

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

recently, so the doctor advised against those medications as they

right, but

bed with a roll of gauze ointment he had taken out. He sat down

and the

you ask the

“Just call her up?”

lips tightened, but

that Imogen’s words were not

his warm hand on her injured foot,

bandages, revealing the swollen ankle joint and the ointment

revealing the swollen, white, bulging joint that looked