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Stop It She's Remarrying by Stellar Strands

Chapter 518
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Chapter 518

Mrs. Whitley was stunned after listening to him. “You’re a doctor!”

No wonder he looked like a paragon.

There was a hint of loneliness in his eyes. “Before this, I was Fia’s attending physician.”

And now, he wasn’t sure if it was right for him to have given up on medicine and join the business world.

Since if he was still a doctor, she would think of him any time she had any health problems.

“Ah, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.” For the elderly, doctors were all quite exemplary. Mrs. Whitley’s attitude instantly

changed for the better.

“Can you leave me your number, then? If the madam has any problems, I can give you a call too.”

“Sure.” Jason immediately saved his number in Mrs. Whitley’s phone.

He also hoped that if anything were to happen to Fia, someone would inform him.

Mrs. Whitley took back her phone and asked in detail again.

“You said that I should be mindful of the madam’s emotional well-

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being?”

“Yes,” Jason said with a frown. “After her mother passed away, she’s been through too much. Emotionally, she’s

doing quite badly with signs of depression.”

Mrs. Whitley wasn’t sure how bad depression was and asked, “How bad could it get?”

Jason gulped. “She’ll be admitted to the asylum if it gets out of hand.”

“That bad? Is there any way for you to help her?”

“From the time being, we have to maintain a good environment as well as lighten up her mood.”

“Is there no medicine to help her?‘

“The blood clot in her brain is still there and her eyesight hasn’t returned. Too much medicine is going to ruin her

body.”

Mrs. Whitley nodded and said, “You’re right. It’s not good for her to eat too much medicine, and it’s not good for

the body either.”

Jason remembered how Conrad used Fia’s phone to provoke him and said, “You’re close to Conrad, so please tell

him to cherish Fia’s body. It’s not a good time for her to get pregnant now.”

“I know. She just had a miscarriage, so she needs to wait for another month at least.”

Jason couldn’t help covering his worry. “If you ask me, I hope that they’ll only consider having a child once she’s

completely recovered.”

Mrs. Whitley frowned and looked at Jason with a strange look.

Even if he was a doctor and a friend, there was no need for him to micromanage them.

So, he was the boss‘ rival!

“If you want to blame Mr. Maxwell for the miscarriage, you really shouldn’t do that,” Mrs. Whitley said with a

straight face. “After Mrs. Maxwell lost her first child, she had always been hoping for another child. She told me

about it a few times already. No one expected something like this to happen.”

Jason didn’t want to stay anymore. He was not altruistic enough to be able to listen to her wanting to give birth to

another man’s child.

“If there’s anything, just give me a call. I have something on, so I’m

leaving now.”

“Alright. Take care.”

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After Mrs. Whitley sent Jason away, she closed the apartment door and pushed the door open.

“Madam, is there anything you want to eat?”

“I’m not hungry,” Fia said as she lay down in her bed, her stomach feeling a bit bloated.

She felt very guilty and upset whenever she thought about how she didn’t get suspicious despite discharging so

many times and causing her baby’s death.

“Even if you’re not hungry, you still have to eat something.” Mrs.

Whitley walked in and stroked Fia’s back. “Is your stomach feeling unwell?”

Fia bit her lips. The sudden solace pierced through her armor, and she couldn’t help but sob.

Mrs. Whitley felt sad for her and patted her back, saying, “It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. I’ll make something good

for you every day. I’ll help your body to recover. You’ll have a child again.”

“Mrs. Whitley…” Fia sobbed and crawled up, pouncing into her arms.

“It’s okay, it’s okay…” Mrs. Whitley consoled her in her arms.

“How can he be so cruel…”

Mrs. Whitley frowned and quickly told her about Conrad going home and taking the medicine for analysis, and how

he then had Silas investigate where she usually bought her groceries from.