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Chapter 911

Chapter 911

Fia sensed that something was wrong with his emotions, and she couldn’t help but become

nervous.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Evans! I… I forgot sthings. If what I said is offensive to you, please don’t take it too seriously! Just treat it as smindless rambling of a madwoman!”

“It’s okay,” Jason said as he tightened his grip. “I’ll explain everything to Director Parker and do my best to clear Conrad’s name.”

“Thank you! Then, is there anything I can do for you?” Fia asked excitedly.

Jason looked at her. He wanted her to hug him, even if just once.

But he didn’t need to even consider it because she would refuse him.

There was no need for him to ask for the impossible.

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“You’ve already done enough by not pursuing a case against my mom for hurting you, Fia. If there’s nothing else, I’ll return to my room now.”

Fia was stunned for a moment before saying, “Alright, I’ll have Sophia send you back.”

“It’s alright. She needs to take care of you. I’ll have the doctor and nurse sendback.”

Once he was back in his ward, Jason lay on his bed. Garrett and Clarice quickly cover once they found out that he went to see Fia. Both kept asking him questions out of worry.

“Let’s just change hospitals,” he said coldly after he got tired of the questions.

“Did the woman tell you to transfer to another hospital?!” Clarice said with anguish. “What else did she say to you?!”

“This has nothing to do with her. I just don’t want to stay here,” Jason said as he closed his eyes and continued calmly. “If I stay here, I’ll keep on thinking that she’s in this hospital too and keep on wanting to disturb her.”

Garrett and Clarice exchanged a complicated look with each other, unable to speak.

“You don’t wantto act like a clown either, right?” Jason said.

In the afternoon, Conrad cwith dishes that Mrs. Taylor and Mrs. Whitley had prepared. He also brought Sophia sfood.

He gave Sophia her food and whispered, “Anything happened in the morning?”

Sophia glanced at Fia who was sitting against the bedhead, scared to say anything.

Fia said, “I told Mr. Evans to cover and we chatted.”

Conrad’s body froze slightly as his amber eyes deepened. He set up the dishes on the side table and he asked in a faint voice, “What did you chat about?”

“I told him that I’ll forget that his mother had ever hurt me. In return, he’ll clear up suspicion on you,” Fia said without hiding anything.

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Conrad put down the fork in his hand. “It has never been up to him whether he can clear the suspicion on me. It’s a matter of how efficient the police are.”

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“But he’s the victim! If he can say anything on your behalf, it’ll be better for you,” Fia said as she grabbed the fork and spoon from him. She used the spoon to take a spoonful of soup and took a sip.

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Conrad looked at how she was focusing on her meal. He didn’t want to talk about Jason

anymore.

After Fia had finished one small bowl of soup, she tried to suggest in a mellow tone, “From how I see it, Mr. Evans is a sensible man. I think you don’t have to force him to switch hospitals. He looks quite weak. If he’s further injured during the transfer…”

“He has already transferred!” Conrad said, annoyed.

Fia almost choked. Jason’s abhorrence for him was so evident.

Sophia stood on the side while holding her plate and whispered, “It’s not the boss. After he returned to his room after meeting you, he asked his family to help him switch hospitals.”

Fia frowned. Did something she said upset him?

It was so hard to be a good person… She didn’t say anything that was overly offensive. She spoke in a gentle tone and had been quite careful.

After dinner, she waited for Conrad to clean up in the washroom before gesturing her finger like a hook repeatedly at Sophia.

“What is it, Madam?” Sophia whispered.

“Where’s my phone?”

Sophia looked toward the direction of the sink, and then quietly handed her her phone.

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