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.

she heard the door open and assumed the helper was bringing her food. She said, “Just leave

it was Troy who entered with

you off work now?”

“Yes.”

placed the food on

eat.

finished, he helped Imogen

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

she watched Troy take out each pill. She tightened

you gave me at the hospital for stomach and bowel treatment. Why are they in these

packaging myself.

on a business trip next week, so I switched to bottles and

further, simply saying, “Your feet might not recover soon. Ask someone else to

breathed a small sigh

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doctor only prescribed external medicine. Are there any internal anti–inflammatory

stomach issues recently, so the doctor advised against those medications as

right, but he

help you change the medicine,” he said, moving to Imogen’s bed with a roll of gauze ointment he had taken out. He sat down next to her and

and the

ask the

“Just call her up?”

but she didn’t

words were not entirely

hand on her injured foot, making her

he removed the bandages, revealing the swollen ankle joint and the ointment that hadn’t

an alcohol–soaked towel to wipe away the excess ointment, revealing