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Chapter 522
Peter pried away Esme’s hand that was around him and slammed the wine glass on the bar counter heavily.
“I have something to do. I’m going up.”
“Sure.” Esme looked at him strangely. Why did she feel like he was thinking of someone else?
There should only be one person in his heart.
Her.
For her, he had transformed from a teacher to a rat, forced to do things that could never come to light.
Peter walked into his study. He pulled the curtains and made an overseas call.
A gentle woman picked up his call and happily called out, “Brother! You finally called!”
His eyes showed some warmth, which was quite rare. “Did you do anything unhappy lately?”
The person on the other side hesitated and said, “It’s nothing. It’s just that I’m a bit busy and tired.”
“I told you not to be a doctor, but you didn’t listen.”
“Don’t talk about me! What about you? Why did you give up on being a university lecturer and becoming a
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“One more month. After I’m done here, I’ll head home.”
“Then, are you leaving again?”
Peter gave it a thought and said, “I won’t. I’ll stay at home and
accompany you all after this.”
“Really?”
“I won’t lie to you.”
“Then, I’ll tell our parents about this, so that…”
“Don’t tell them about this just yet.”
“Ah, you want to give them a surprise!”
“Yeah.”
The person on the other side paused a while and said, “Then, after you’re home, please don’t fight with Dad again.
His body has been getting worse in the past few years.”
”
Violence flashed through his eyes as he nodded. “Sure. I understand.”
He then hung up the call as he remembered his father. He was a prodigy in the business field. But twenty years
ago, when he and his sister were still little, someone framed him and his company went bankrupt. He lost his legs
back then as well.
He would have revenge for his family.
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The doorbell rang. Mrs. Whitley went over and opened the door.
When she saw the person outside, she was elated and quickly opened the door widely.
“Come in, Mr. Maxwell.”
Conrad looked at her hesitantly and asked, “How is she? Did she have her medicine?”
Mrs. Whitley nodded. When she saw him refusing to come in, she pulled him in.
“Mr. Maxwell, now that you’re here, go in and accompany the madam. I’ll whip something up.”
Conrad frowned and said, “She probably doesn’t want to see me.”
“No, she won’t. I’ve explained everything to her. Doctor Sally called and explained it too, so she knows that this has
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Even when Mrs. Whitley said that, Conrad still didn’t dare to go to the
bedroom to disturb Fia.
He was worried that she would get upset when she saw him and made her sickness worse.
He stood in the living room hesitating until he heard Mrs. Whitley cooking in the kitchen.
The smell of the cooking made him walk toward the bedroom door.
The bedroom door was open, and so was the curtain. He could see everything inside clearly.
She was covering herself with a blanket, showing only her head. He couldn’t tell if she was sad or happy.
Maybe because it was too quiet and she couldn’t see, her hearing had become very sensitive.
He stood outside the door for a few minutes until the woman inside the bedroom asked, “Are you going to give up
on me?”
Conrad quickly walked over as her words stabbed his heart.
But when he saw her lying there by the bedside when he got there, he didn’t dare to take another step closer.
“No.”
Fia turned her head to the side and looked in his direction.
“Then, why won’t you come in? Why won’t you explain it to me?”
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