Stop It, She’s Remarrying!

Chapter 1178

“Can you tell me where you learned to bandage like that?” Conrad asked earnestly. He genuinely wanted to know more about this mysterious lady.

Fia, getting more cautious, raised an eyebrow in disgust. “It’s none of your business.”

Two seconds of awkward silence later, Conrad continued probing. “I… I just want to know more about you. I want to…”

“I miss the part where that’s my problem,” Fia interrupted him coldly.

Hearing their mother’s cold words, Adrian and Irene directed their sympathizing gazes at Conrad. It was so weird! Their mother was always so nice and gentle. Yet, when this man showed up, she would turn into this cold, heartless monster!

“I think it’s time you leave, Mr. Maxwell.” Fia did not want to keep him around any longer. The more she looked at him the more anxious she became. It had been so long since she last felt this anxious.

She hated the fact that her emotions could be so easily stirred by him! Not only that, he had lost his memories and did not recognize her too!

“But Mommy… Uncle’s hand is hurt. And his driver has left.” Adrian said, “Can we let him rest here for just a while, please?”

Fia looked at her son dejectedly. “Adrian, are you my son or his son?”

“Yours,” Adrian lowered his head and dared not plead for Conrad anymore.

Sensing that Fia’s patience was at its limit, Conrad knew that he should not push his luck further.

“Uncle, perhaps you can go home first. You can come again when Mommy’s not angry.” Irene gave him an innocent, cute smile.

Disgruntled, Fia stepped forward and carried Irene in her arms, pressing her face to her chest and not letting her see Conrad.

Conrad stared at her speechlessly. Why did she have to get so angry all a sudden? She did not even allow the kids to look at him now. What did she think he was? A big, bad wolf that would gobble up her children?

“I said, it’s time for you to leave, Mr. Maxwell!”

Furrowing his brows, Conrad looked at his aching hand. He sensed an intense pain stinging both of his arms too! Heck, even his head was beginning to ache.

“I… I don’t feel so good.”

-He turned and wanted to leave but suddenly he felt all the energy in his legs drain away. In an instant, he

kneeled down helplessly.

“What… What’re you doing?!”

Fia had a bad feeling about it when she saw him falling to his knees like this. As though proving that her hunch was right, nerves on Conrad’s forehead swelled up as though they were going to burst!

“Hey…! What’s wrong?!”

Covering his head with his hands, many disjointed images began to surface in Conrad’s mind.

He saw a pretty girl hurry out of their house to welcome him home.

“Conrad! You’re home!”

“Conrad, are you tired from work?”

The girl took his briefcase from his hands and helped him out of his black coat, all while locking her beautiful, starry eyes on him lovingly.

“Who is she?!”

Desperate to stop his piercing headache, Conrad began to hit his head with his fists.

Seeing this, Fia quickly handed Irene to Adrian and ordered, “Bring your sister to the bedroom, now!”

It would seem that Conrad was finally losing it. She must protect her children! She would not allow him to hurt her babies!

“Conrad… Please… No divorce, please… I don’t want a divorce….please?” The girl looked at him with sadness overflowing her starry eyes.

Conrad felt like his heart had broken to pieces seeing her pleading to him like this. Her being so sad and heartbroken tormented him a great deal. Yet…!

“Who are you…?! I don’t know you!”

He kept hitting his head, repeating his question. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Fia stepped forward to hold his hand. “Conrad Maxwell, just what the hell are you doing?!”

Shoving her away, Conrad wanted to stand up but the headache was so unbearable that he fell to the floor again, rolling around in agony.

His head hurt. His body hurt too. Not only that, recalling how much hurt the girl was feeling almost ripped his heart apart!

Moaning painfully on the floor, Conrad asked the same question again and again.

“Who is she?”

“Conrad Maxwell, don’t tell me you’ve eaten something weird lately?! It’s food poisoning, right?!” Fia squatted next to him and shook his body, trying to wake him up from his hallucination.

However, several minutes later, his headache had only gotten worse as cold sweat streamed down his face. He was so sweaty that it was as though he just got out of a pool!

“Who is she? Who are you?! I don’t know you!”

Conrad continued hitting his head, rolling around in agony. It was then, he saw a girl laying on an operating table in blood.