Chapter 465
He didn’t have to pick up the fresh clothes himself, right?
Conrad zoomed home with his gray Maybach. He quickly headed up and took out her luggage. He found the photo album.
He flipped to the back. The picture of the three of them had disappeared.
He held the album tightly as annoyance filled his amber eyes.
“What are you up to, Fia?”
He couldn’t understand why. He returned to the hospital and didn’t know what to say to Fia.
Mrs. Whitley had already finished feeding her and she gave Silas a look.
Silas said, “Mr. Maxwell, you seem to have a lot of work lately. Do you want me to take care of the madam in your stead?”
“What are you talking about?!” Mrs. Whitley rolled her eyes at her son. “Mr. Maxwell, if you’re busy, let me take care of the madam for you.”
That stupid son of hers… How could he be the one to take care of the madam?! Mr. Maxwell might get jealous and think that Silas had something for his wife!
Silas only realized it afterward and said, “That’s not what I meant

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