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.

working, she heard the door open and assumed the helper was bringing her food. She said, “Just leave it on the table; I’ll eat

it was Troy who entered with the

work

“Yes.”

on the table by her bed and

eat.

he finished, he helped

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

heart sank as she watched Troy take out each pill. She tightened her grip on the corner of

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

changed the packaging myself.

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

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

small sigh of

10:42

“Yesterday, the doctor only prescribed external medicine. Are there any internal anti–inflammatory drugs or medicines to improve blood flow and prevent blood

explaining, “I’ve been having stomach issues recently, so the doctor advised against those medications as they might

quite right, but he couldn’t

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

and the

ask the helper

“Just call her up?”

lips tightened, but she didn’t

that Imogen’s words

injured foot, making her instinctively want to pull

ankle joint and the ointment

wipe away the excess ointment, revealing the swollen, white,