Stop It She's Remarrying by Stellar Strands

Chapter 885

Conrad’s lips curled without him saying a word.

He couldn’t be bothered to do anything. What Marcus did was quite to his liking.

“Conrad.” To Fia, the person she was watching wasn’t Esme. Without her memories, she wasn’t suspecting that Britney was Esme at all. Instead, she felt that the woman was pitiful.

“Can you please ask Mr. White to stop? It’s not so nice for a man to be so relentless toward at girl.”

“I’m not that bold to stop him,” Conrad said softly. “Mr. White was previously mentally ill himself. Stopping him would simply amplify his symptoms. If what I did caused him to revert to his previous state, wouldn’t that make me the one at fault?”

Fia looked at him in shock. But after that, she calmly nodded. “I see. If that’s the case, his sudden change is understandable.”

A mentally ill patient… Even if it was in the past, he would be quite tempestuous in nature compared to other normal people.

“That woman drove the car like a madwoman… It’s normal for her to suffer some punishment after causing an injury to his head,” Conrad said without even a hint of compassion.

Fia rubbed the bump on her head and thought about Marcus’ medical history, and then decided not to ask Conrad to stop the fight anymore.

“Can you move your foot?” Esme clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms.

smirked, carefully touching his injured forehead.

I don’t have the

head and looked at Marcus. All she could see was his chin and she felt

humiliated.

“If

move your foot, why do you still have the

at Esme. He then said in an annoying demeanor,”

that she stood up. “What do you want?!”

in her hand. “I’ll leave the one under my foot as your

How could there be a man with such an awful

into her

“You rammed into his car and

him even more. She didn’t expect Fia to be in the

person! And Conrad didn’t even lift a finger when he was

inside!

could they treat her that

driver’s seat, and then coldly glared at Marcus who was in the

vent your anger on her, Mr. Maxwell!” Marcus smacked his palm lightly with the bills in his other hand. “How