Stop It, She’s Remarrying (Fia and Conrad) novel Chapter 880

Chapter 880 

“Mrs. Taylor!” Fia felt like she had found succor at the final moment. “Prepare some tea.” 

“Of course!” Mrs. Taylor let out a sigh of relief and dragged Mrs. Whitley along to prepare the 

tea 

Marcus pointed at the sofa. “Shall we chat while we sit over there?” 

Fia nodded. She thought to herself that, as Conrad’s wife and the mistress of this home, she needed to have the grace of one. 

She then led the way. “Have a seat, doctor.” 

She waited for Marcus to take his seat first before she did, as a form of courtesy. 

Marcus looked at her, his heart grim. 

For a young woman like this to live like an old woman… He wondered how much pressure she was under and how much pain she had taken before becoming, someone like this. 

“You can begin, doctor,” Fia said to Marcus with a smile, but her eyes were filled with anxiety. 

Marcus said with a smile, “You must have been quite the peculiar girl in the past, aren’t you?” 

Fia was slightly taken back. “What does that have to do with Conrad’s illness?” 

“Mr. Maxwell is someone very firm and detached now.” Marcus didn’t know what kind of a person Conrad was, so he could only describe the now. 

Fia nodded. “What does this have to do with his illness?” 

“The reason that Mr. Maxwell’s stomach is ill is linked to his feelings. When he doesn’t feel happy, it makes his stomach feel pain. That was how he got his illness,” Marcus said earnestly, and Fia was listening to him attentively. 

The atmosphere became serious for a few seconds before Marcus gave Fia the sign that she could ask questions. “Are you saying that if I’m happy, I can make him happy too? Then, could his stomach get better?” 

“That’s what I meant,” Marcus said. 

Fia lowered her eyes and asked, “Why do you think that I was a peculiar girl in the past?” 

“Your eyes are filled with innocence. Someone like this is usually quite quirky when they’re little. However, they’re then forced to hide their true personality because of their experiences later on,” Marcus said slowly. 

Fia said with a smile, “Is that so?” 

Marcus sighed. When he saw Mrs. Taylor and Mrs. Whitley coming with the tea, he stopped her from pouring any for him. Instead, he picked up the teapot and poured a cup for himself. 

He gave the steaming tea a blow and then took two sips before saying, “Your emotions are important, Mrs. Maxwell. You cannot be too restless or have a breakdown. It won’t be good for him and you.” 

Fia thought about how she almost broke down just now and then asked Marcus, “Have I really 

forgotten something?” 

“To be honest, it doesn’t matter whether you’ve forgotten anything. What’s most important right now is your attitude toward life,” Marcus said and then paused. “Sometimes, you forget things because they make you feel uncomfortable. You choose to run not because you want to desert, but because you are protecting yourself.” 

Fia stared at Marcus, feeling that what he said was extremely offensive. 

No one had ever said something like that to her, not even her mom and grandma. 

“Mrs. Taylor!” she cried out anxiously. 

Mrs. Taylor walked over and asked, “What do you need, madam?” 

“Go and get my phone upstairs. I want to give my mom a call. I want to invite her and Grandma over. It has been a long while since I met them, and I miss them a lot.” 

Everyone could only watch, not sure how to react. 

Marcus knew from what Conrad told him earlier that Fia’s mother and grandmother had both passed away. 

“What is it?” Fia noticed that things were becoming quite strange. “Did something happen?” “No. It’s nothing.” It was heart wrenching for Mrs. Taylor. She had served Fia closely ever since she married into the household. 

Fia had never shown a hint of arrogance. She was both warm and compassionate. How could someone like her end up like this? 

“You’re all lying!” Fia was getting emotional again and she quickly ran upstairs. She took her phone and called her mother’s number. However, what came was a cold voice. “I’m sorry. The number you dialed is not in service.” 

She was becoming extremely anxious. Even her grandmother’s number was not in service. She had no choice but to call her Uncle Wallace’s number. 

“Hello? Fia?” 

When she heard her uncle’s voice, Fia immediately broke down. She cried, “Uncle Wallace!” 

Wallace was shocked. “What happened, Fia?” 

“Where’s my mom? Where’s Grandma? Why are their numbers not in service?!” Fia cried, like a child being abandoned by her parents.