Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 112

During Zaynie's hospitalization period, Heaton and Nancy took turns guarding at the hospital. Sometimes both of them guarded together. To Verian, they seemed so "old and affectionate."

In the past few days, Verian could hardly see Heaton’s appearance.

He stayed in the hospital all night and when he returned to the Fudd Family Mansion, Verian had already gone to work.

Zaynie was transferred to the general ward on the fifth day of hospitalization. Heaton took a short break before he had to start working again due to his busy schedule, while Nancy was given a long holiday to stay in the hospital in order to take care of Zaynie.

It had almost been a week since Verian and Heaton had said a word to each other, even their eyes had not met.

This week, Heaton Fudd had too many work-related matters and documents piled up that he did not deal with it. During the meeting, the overseas marketing director presented the plans and PPT in high spirits, but Heaton was distracted several times over.

When Kush found out, he went near Heaton's ear and said softly, "Boss, aren’t you a little tired from too little rest recently? Should we suspend the meeting?"

Heaton froze. He lifted his black eyes and pressed his thin lips. "It's okay, go on."

After a long but unprogressive meeting, everyone else left the meeting room. Heaton sat in a black swivel chair and did not leave for a long time. Nobody knew what he was thinking about.

Kush made a cup of dark coffee and sent it over. "Boss, is it because you haven’t made peace with Miss Mont yet?"

Heaton's pearly dark eyes swept past him like a cold knife.

Kush silently shut up. Had he said something wrong?

After a while, the man solemnly replied, "I am worried about Zaynie's injury."

Kush subconsciously said, "Hasn’t the little master already been transferred out of the ICU and is in a stable condition?"

As soon as he finished talking, Kush felt countless ice knives flying toward him.

Well, it was not popular these days to tell the truth...

Heaton was a little irritated. He frowned. "Director Xander has been absent these days, you should pay more attention to the Creative Department’s movements."

Although Director Xander was not present, the deputy director was acting as a substitute. The Creative Department could only be regarded as a small subsidiary department of the Fudd Group. Compared to some other subsidiary companies and large departments, the Fudd Group’s management of the Creative Department was generally just to left to be. At the same time, the Creative Department would not have any huge problems to resolve. Did the boss want him to pay more attention to the Creative Department or Miss Mont?

Kush held back and replied respectfully, "Yes, I will definitely pay more attention to the Creative Department and report more to boss about the situation there."

"How about the things that I’ve asked you to check previously?"

Kush immediately said, "That night, after Miss Mont left the hospital, she ran into Yanni Quain's car and had a small car accident, so she went to the hospital for a CT examination with him."

The man's eyes trembled and his heart was stunned. "Why did you only tell me about this now?"

Kush felt wronged. "Didn’t-didn't you tell me not to mention Miss Mont to you?"

The boss had been arguing with Miss Mont and they were in a cold war. How daring was he to mention it?

Heaton snorted coldly. "You won’t mention it when I won't allow you to mention it. But weren’t you enthusiastically mentioning it just now?"

"..."

Heaton got up and walked out of the conference room with his long legs and a cold expression on his face.