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Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86

Now that there was a necessful case, II greatly boosted their confidence in the deig!

That’s wonderful!Anathes grabbed Flona’s hand, her eyes shiering with tears of joy. Mom, did you hear that?

This meant that Fiona’s surgery was sure to be a success as welll

At this thenight, Anathea couldn’t stop the tears from spilling down her cheeks.

Silly girl, why are you crying?Fiona reached out to wipe the tea clinging to Anathea’s Lashes, even as her own eyes became redrimmed You’ve had it tough recently. It’s all my fandt for her such a burden to yost

If it weren’t for her illness, perhaps Anathea could have had an eager lile the past few years..

Mom, don’t say that.Anathea hugged Fiona tightly. You’re not bunden.

Her mother wasn’t a bunden but a safe harbor for her wounded soil to return to.

With a successful case as a precedent, she could already see hope for Fiona’s recovery. Her heart pounded rapidly. It had been a long time since she had been this happy.

No matter what, I just hope you can be healthy, Mom.

My silly girlFiona rubbed Anathea’s shoulders soothingly.

By the time Anathea left the hospital, it was already quite late, and night had fully fallen. The chilly breeze caused her to shiver, her nose turning red from the cold.

She had a frail and thin body, so she tilted to the side when a particularly harsh pust blew, looking almost like she would topple over in the next second.

Martin hurriedly reached our to support her. Mrs. Sinclair, are you alright?

I’m fine. Thank you.Anathea instinctively pulled her arm out of his grip as she didn’t want any misunderstandings to occur.

Gregory’s fury was no joke.

Then again, at this hour, Gregory was likely spending time with Natalie, so he wouldn’t see this.

Sighing, Anathea walked toward the backseat door.

Martin opened the door for her. Mrs. Sinclair.

Before getting in the car, Anathea peered inside, only to stop in her tracks.

There was someone inside.

A man was seated, his slender legs clad in pressed slacks with not wrinkle in sight.

That was typical of his usual meticulous behavior.

One hand, the veins particularly prominent on the back of it, rested on the door handle. His finger tapped every now and then, seemingly without a rhythm. Around his wrist rested a luxurybranded watch that added a lavish look to his attire.

Anathea hadn’t expected Gregory to be inside and immediately felt reluctant to get in.

Mrs. Sinclair, please get in,Martin urged. Mr. Sinclair has been waiting for close to half an hour.

He had been waiting for her?

A doubtful look flashed in Anathea’s eyes.

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But then, the knew why Gregory had deliberately came here to wa for her.

He was waiting for her to tell him about the test results.

Hence, the no longer hesitated and climbed right into the car.

The moment she entered, she detected the faint smell of alcohol cinging to him. He had been drinking, and the topmost two buttons of his dress shirt, usually buttoned, had now been unbuttoned. This lent a casual and languid air to hun.

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