Stop It, She’s Remarrying!

Chatper 1213

Chapter 1213

Just as the two were still chatting, the door opened.

It was Fia holding a bag of trash. She looked at Eileen and then Sally, who had made a return, fully cautious.

Her numb expression became even colder. She looked away, and simply threw the trash into the trash can. She didn’t want to throw it downstairs anymore. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“Wait!” When Eileen saw her wanting to go back, she quickly caught her hand.

“Let go,” Fia said in a wintry tone.

Eileen felt upset. Although she felt like she was Fia, she was so cold at the same time.

She had no choice but to let go and whispered, “I… I just want to visit your children.”

Fia’s back was facing her. She didn’t know what to say.

“I’ve checked. Your children are twins. Your daughter is shorter than your son because she didn’t get enough nutrients,” Eileen said before pausing. She then continued to explain, “I don’t have any ill will. It’s just that my best friend also had a pair of twins just like you when she was alive. If nothing happened to her, her children would be around the age of your kids.”

Fia pulled her wool cardigan and said, “Don’t try to make yourself better by talking to me.”

With that, she opened the door and went in.

Eileen saw what she wanted to do and quickly put her hand into the gap before the door closed.

“Ouch!”

Fia’s heart skipped a beat as she quickly opened the door, but Eileen’s hand was still slammed by the door.

Her hand was quickly becoming swollen.

“What are you doing?!” she asked angrily.

Sally quickly ran after her and said, “It’s fine. I’m a doctor. I can give her a treatment.”

Fia gritted her teeth and said, irritated, “Come in!”

She then walked over with a med kit.

Sally pulled Eileen by her sleeve toward the sofa and took care of her hand that got caught at the door.

Meanwhile, Eileen didn’t seem to care that much and looked around.

“Your apartment is quite big, but it feels a bit stony.”

Fia glanced at her and said nothing as she calmed herself down.

“I have quite a few big brands for furniture wanting me to be their brand ambassador. Can I get you some better ones?” Eileen was taking the initiative to be friendly.

“No need.” Fia took out her phone again.

Eileen felt awkward for just a moment before asking, “Where are your children? Why don’t I see them?”

“They’re taking their afternoon nap.”

“True, children need their afternoon naps,” Eileen said with a sigh. “It’s so hard just trying to visit them. Ouch, my hand hurts.”

“Did I hurt you? I’ll be gentler,” Sally said despite already being quite gentle.

Fia saw everything and simply felt that Eileen deserved every bit of it.

She couldn’t help but say, “Stop fidgeting. You’re making it hard for the doctor.”

“Am I making it hard for you, Doctor Sally? Should I pay for your salary? Why don’t you come to work for me as my private physician?” Eileen asked with a laugh.

Sally raised her eyes and said helplessly, “I’m not becoming your private doctor.”

While it was not that tiring and she would have some personal time, it would be against her initial wishes of wanting to save the sick and injured.

Fia’s finger paused. She remembered that Sally went to learn massage from an expert therapist just for her, and was willing to be her private doctor.

She never had a chance to repay her kindness.

When she heard what she said to Eileen, she could feel her emotions surging.

Eileen then said, “Liar. When Fia was sick, you gave up on all your work and spent all your time with her. Doesn’t that sound like a private doctor?”

Sally couldn’t find any words to counter that.

Eileen sighed. “Fine. I know I don’t have that kind of luck.”