Stop It, She’s Remarrying (Fia and Conrad) novel Chapter 836

Chapter 836 

Fia was disturbed by the memories in her heart but slowly felt at peace because of Conrad’s words. 

Conrad asked gently, “Shall we 

go 

home?” 

“Alright.” She stretched out her hand. “However, I’m very tired. I can’t walk. 

All the bad things were dug out and told to Marcus, that psychiatrist. To her, the person involved, it was kind of a cruelty. She really felt very tired. 

Conrad knelt before her. “Come, come on up. I’ll carry you home.” 

Fia did not bother to be courteous and climbed onto his back and said listlessly, “You have to carry me more steadily. Don’t drop me.” 

“Alright.” Conrad held her hips with both hands and every step he took was very stable. 

“Wait.” Marcus rushed to the door. “Use this. When you go back home, light one up each day. It would be better for her to soothe her mind.” 

As Conrad was holding her hips with both of his hands, he did not have a free hand. 

Fia accepted the thing that was tightly wrapped and asked, “What’s this?” 

“You’re pregnant. It’s not suitable to use medicine. It’s a kind of incense, made of natural plants. It’s very safe,” Marcus explained. 

“Thank you,” Fia said faintly. 

Conrad asked Marcus, “Do we still need to come tomorrow?” 

“You need to come every day. It’s just an hour or so each time.” Marcus pouted. “You can arrange your time each day. Just let me know an hour before. I won’t be seeing you off.” After he finished speaking, he went back to the kitchen. 

The two returned home and Conrad passed the incense from Marcus to Tiger and check if the ingredients were safe to use. 

got 

him to 

The moment Fia returned, she went up to the bedroom, pulled the curtains, and laid on the bed. 

The shade curtains were very effective and she almost felt as if she was in the dark. 

Laying on the bed, her eyes were wide open, her mind running through all kinds of images, as if it was the side effect of Marcus asking a bunch of questions. 

All those messy matters all surged to the top of her head and made hatred burn in her heart. 

“How annoying!” She sat up and picked up her phone. 

There was an unread anonymous message, sent half an hour ago. 

The blatant threat made her think of Esme. 

“Conrad, Conrad Maxwell!” She suddenly started shouting, feeling uneasy without cause. 

Conrad ran up. “What’s wrong, Fia?” He opened the windows to let sunlight into the room. 

He instantly saw Fia in a panic, her forehead and the tip of her nose were covered in sweat. 

“What’s wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?” Conrad asked concernedly. 

Fia grabbed his arm, her gaze a little sharp as she looked at him.