Chapter 6

“And the clothes in the closet… Burn them all! My cousin is quite prideful. She’ll get angry if she sees them.

“Right, and all the jewelry that you gave me is all in the box inside the closet.”

She took out the box and then opened it for Conrad to see.

“Everything you gave me during the past three years is here. Esme wouldn’t wear anything that someone else had worn before, so ask Silas to sell it. Or give it to the household’s servants. Either way, do with them as you will.”

She said a lot, arranging everything well.

Conrad was feeling stuffy. He took out a cigarette, but when he remembered that she didn’t like him smoking, he put it back into the box and put the box away.

“Are you saying you want to erase every single trace of you here?”

Fia let out a cynical smile. “Why not?”

He never wanted her in the first place. He wanted her gone.

Conrad then said, “Your mother isn’t doing well. If she knew we’re divorcing, she would…”

“That’s why I hope you can keep this a secret for now. Don’t tell her anything,” Fia said tearfully. “And my cousin and her family… I hope you can control them and stop them from saying anything to my mom.”

Conrod tightened his grip on the box in his pocket.

“I’m busy every day and it’s impossible for me to keep tabs on them every second of the day. Now that your mother is sick, they’ll eventually ask to visit her.”

Fia’s brows locked together and asked worryingly, “What… can I do?

“With the condition she’s in, the one person that she can’t let go of is me. If she finds out that I’m divorced, she won’t be able to take it!” She screamed out as she could feel her mind crumbling.

Conrad stepped forward and pulled her into his arms.

“We’re not divorcing.”

Fia was stunned in his arms and then slowly raised her head to look at him, hope lighting up in her eyes.

“What did you say?”

he was feeling inside and said, “We’ll talk about it once your mother’s condition has stabilized. Don’t worry about the cost of the treatment either. You’re my wife and I’m simply carrying out

sorrow that she held the entire time burst out at this moment as she wailed in his arms, her hands clutching at

when he heard

holding back most of her tears. She

had seen her weakness, he

he calmed down, Conrad led her downstairs to have some

helped her with the meal. “You didn’t have much during dinner, so eat some more right now. Don’t push yourself. You still have to take care of your

“Alright. Thanks.”

husband. If you encounter something like this again, let me know as soon as you

for a moment and then said, “I

He could hear the discontent in her tone. “Sorry. I

“Okay.”

she imagined that moment in her head, she could feel

we don’t divorce now, what

paused and then said, “I’ll discuss this with Esme. She’ll

“Sure.”

“Let’s eat.”

stairs back to the second floor. Fia prepared fresh clothes for

had gone to his studies

the side. They were all clothes that she had worn when she married into the family. She did not take anything with her that Conrad

now, she didn’t

Fia was sitting by the bed with a blank expression

the bathroom and grabbed a towel. He dried her hair using the towel before

past, she felt that she had never been so fortunate, especially to have a perfect husband

all she

was willing to treat her that well even when he did not love her. When he could be together with his childhood friend, how good would that be? Fia wagered

you

about you being so kind and considerate. Once you’re finally together with

turned off the hairdryer and then said, “Your hair’s dry. Sleep soon. I’m going

changed the subject. He didn’t know why but he didn’t want to answer

jealous wife would, since she had to hide the fact that she had

patted her and said, “I have a meeting early in the morning tomorrow. I’ll have Silas accompany you to the hospital so that you can take care

comes along, my mom might think something’s wrong. I’ll

I’ll pick you up from the hospital after

“Sure.”

morning, Conrad had just left

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