Chapter 1202

Taking in a deep breath, Fia mumbled to herself, “Darn it! I must have owed you a great deal in my previous life!” “Mommy! Mommy, please help Uncle Maxwell!” Irene grabbed and swayed her mother’s arm pleadingly. Adrian too pleaded tearfully, “Mommy, please. He’s not a bad person. Please help him.” Glaring coldly at Conrad who was laying on the ground helplessly, Fia sighed and put his arm around her shoulders before carrying him to his sofa. “Okay, done. Let’s go.” Adrian and Irene, however, were not having it. They both directed a painfully accusatory frown at their mother. Fia put a hand on her forehead, frustrated. “Look, he’s only got a cold. He’ll live.” Hearing this, the children hurried to Conrad to touch his forehead. “But his forehead is so hot. He’s got a fever.” “…” Biting her lips, Fia could do nothing but relent to her children’s kindness. She had to, or else her children might mistake her for some cold-hearted witch. Sigh. It was so hard to be these two’s mothe