Esme struggled for a few more seconds before picking up another piece with a fork and then putting it into her mouth. At the next second, she could not help but grab at her chest in pain.
She spat out the pork chop and said, “I’m… I’m really not feeling that comfortable. I really can’t eat any more of this.”
“Fine. Don’t come to me for the time being.” Conrad stood up and walked out of the door. He didn’t care how Esme was pleading with him. He simply called the Manning household’s driver over and had him take her away.
“Conrad! I couldn’t sleep the entire night because I was thinking of you! Why are you so cruel to me?!” Esme grabbed Conrad’s arm when the driver pushed the wheelchair by him on the way out.
Conrad suddenly remembered how Fia had been looking at him lately. The looks she gave him were filled with disdain. He looked at the crying woman before he felt himself gasping for air. He pulled his arm away and roared at the driver. “Take her back!”
Esme instantly became quie