Chapter 217

Before heading out, Cecilia intentionally chose a knee-length work skirt. It was black, plain, not only accentuating Cecilia's slender figure but also exposing her wound between her movements. Before she could respond, Conrad stepped forward, reaching out to lift Cecilia's skirt. "What happened to your injury?" he asked. Cecilia hesitated, the smile on her face momentarily stiffening. "It's nothing..." "Is it Alston again?" Conrad snorted, interrupting Cecilia. "Tell me, what have you gained from marrying him other than minor injuries every day and major ones every three days?" "If you're so concerned about this little injury, why bother? Just say it to me directly!" "If not, I'll beat you up every day, guaranteeing to hurt you more than this!" Conrad's tone was harsh, his expression stern, but Cecilia couldn't help but feel a warmth in her heart. She swatted Conrad's hand away and pulled her skirt down. "This injury has nothing to do with Alston; it was my own carelessness." Conrad be