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Stop It, She’s Remarrying!

Chapter 899
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Chapter 899

Chapter 899

It just made her so happy.

He remembered that she was a little shorter when she had just entered university, and she grew a couple of centimeters during her university days. At that time, Eintentionally cto complain in front of him. “How could Fia still grow when she’s already in university? My height has been the same since high school!”

Seeing her happy, Conrad did not mention Esme, to avoid her recalling anything.

“When did I grow taller? Was it when I married you?” Fia also thought about Esme. “Esme’s height hadn’t changed since Grade 11. However, she’s still taller than me.”

She stuck out her tongue and said, “Eis 5’4″, taller than I am!”

After she finished speaking, the smile on her face froze.

“Is she really dead?” She recalled the words Miss Thomas said.

Conrad frowned, raised her face, and gave her a kiss.

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Fia was stunned, fireworks going off in her mind!

He… He actually kissed her?!

The kiss got deeper until someone passed by. Only then did he let her go.

Fia turned red in embarrassment and wanted to hide in his embrace but was afraid that people would laugh so she could only turn around to face the wall.

Conrad said while laughing lightly, “We are husband and wife. It’s legal.”

Fia kept mum.

“Fia, you don’t have to be shy,” he said.

The tip of Fia’s ears were also red as she stammered, “This, this isn’t home. We can’t behave like this.”

“Then, we’ll continue when we go home?” He purposely teased her, wanting to see her shy.

Fia stomped her feet, saying shyly and anxiously, “Stop it. It’ll be bad if other people overhear us!”

Clarice stood guard outside the door of the ward, seeing the doctor and nurses rush in, she wanted to follow in but was sent out by the nurse.

“Family cannot enter. Please cooperate with us!”

The ward door was shut and the curtains were drawn. Those standing outside could not see anything either.

She got anxious and just as she was about to call Garrett’s phone, an international number dialed in, and she answered in a fluster.

“If you

don’t want Jason to die, then let Conrad die!”

The other party’s malicious voice transmitted through the phone. Clarice raised her eyes and

saw Conrad walking over with Fia. She was so shocked that she dropped the phone on the ground.

She had never understood intrigue and was protected by Garrett very well. If there were any wrong, then the only wrong was in Garrett’s marriage.

The person’s words were like a bomb thrown into her heart, and her first reaction was: ‘Jason got into an accident. Was it Conrad who did it?”

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Back then her pitiful daughter fell into the sea and died. Even her corpse was not found! If it were not for Beryl running over to cause trouble, they would not have left their daughter alone in the room. Then their daughter would not have climbed to the deck alone when she could not find them after she woke up…

That’s right!

Garrett was right!

Conrad was Beryl’s son. The blood that was flowing in his body was as vicious as hers!

As long as Conrad died, Jason would be able to live!

Her Jason had always been obedient and understanding since young. Even when he was bullied, mocked, or insulted by his classmates, he always kept his gentleness and manners.

She must protect Jason!

“Auntie, how are you?” Fia ran over, helping Clarice pick up her phone.

Clarice’s gaze, which contained something like sorrow or grievance, stared at Conrad who was walking over slowly, and she dug into her bag with shaking hands.

She had the habit of carrying a dagger and pepper spray with her…

Touching the dagger in her bag, carrying the hatred toward Beryl, she pressed on the

mechanism of the dagger and the sheath automatically opened.

“Auntie?” Fia was still holding the position of offering the phone back to her. “Your phone.”

Clarice’s eyes only had Conrad, and carrying her hatred, she speedily took out the dagger, throwing her bag at Conrad, holding the dagger, and rushing at him!