The next day was the weekend, and Phil got up a bit late because he was so angry that he didn't sleep well.
By the time he got to Anya's place, she had prepared breakfast by herself.
Phil said helplessly, "Are you going to take my job?"
She made pizza last night and breakfast this morning. He completely lost his chance to show his cooking skills.
While holding the bowl, Anya said, "Don't you understand? It means you don't have to come in the future."
Phil, "..."
He finally persuaded himself not to be angry, not caring about what she said yesterday. But now, she pissed him off again.
He tried to patch things up, "Let's have a good talk."
Anya immediately became angry and said, "Good talk? What do you mean?"
"What did I do to you? So you are suggesting that I don’t know how to speak, right?"
The woman's belly bulged slightly. She stood there, accusing him aggressively, with her beautiful eyes blinking.
Phil didn't feel angry anymore but gave in, "It's my fault. I don't know how to speak properly. I'm sorry."
He was done. He fell into her honey trap and never had a chance to get rid of it.
When she was angry, he would yield and tried to make up with her. He didn't want to quarrel at all. He just wanted to live happily with her.
Anya snorted, didn't bother to talk to him again, and sat down to have breakfast.
Phil then sat down opposite her, enjoying the porridge perspired by "kind" Anya. After a few minutes, he asked, "You gonna go to your professor's, right? I'll see you off."
Anya once promised to teach her professor's wife to play the piano every Saturday, but she excused herself from the previous Saturday because so many things happened to Phil these days.
At that time, Phil was so busy that she didn't want to cause him any more trouble. If she went to her professor's place, she knew that he would strongly ask to pick her up.
Anya did not want to talk to him because of what just happened, but when she saw his ingratiating face, she stopped feeling angry. She couldn't figure out what happened to her. She used to dislike him and pick on him.
She would seize any chance to quarrel with him, but she didn't want to haggle with him now.
Seeing that Anya didn't speak, Phil took it as her acquiescence.
But then he said, "I wanna go to the hospital to see my mother first."
"Okay." Anya had no problem with it.
Cara had been in hospital since the accident, receiving comprehensive treatment from professional psychiatrists, but her condition had not improved.
Now, Cara's company was managed by Phil. As for how long he could manage, even Phil himself didn't know. After all, he couldn't live in Ustistan for a long time. When Anya wanted to return home, he would definitely follow her.
If Cara got better or recovered, she would have to manage the company herself, but from the doctor's words, there was no hope of Cara's recovery, because she had no will to return to normal.
If the worst happened, he could only find a person to manage the company. He still got the whole company under control for sure.
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