Chapter 377: As soon as Connor finished asking the question, Marissa responded firmly, "No." Realizing her abruptness, Marissa unconsciously pursed her lips, a flush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. Still, she was adamant about not talking with him.
She was reluctant to confess to those embarrassing actions, and even more so, she didn't want to be held responsible for them! Convincing herself it was merely sleepwalking, she feigned ignorance. She flatly refused to acknowledge any of it, leaving Connor powerless to challenge her.
With that resolution, she stretched her neck and turned her head further towards the window, avoiding his gaze. Connor observed her stubborn demeanor and smiled slightly.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLatest Chнapters in glovel☐☐om "I haven't even mentioned what the conversation is about, and you're already refusing. Are you feeling guilty?" "Of course not," Marissa shot back. "I didn't do anything wrong. Why should I feel guilty?" "Then why did you refuse to talk to me?" "The only thing left for us to discuss is setting a date to go to the courthouse for the divorce. Beyond that, we have nothing to discuss." "Well," Connor nodded and maintained his smile. "Does that mean Dr. Riss' promise to treat my brother's legs is off the table too? You've received three hundred million as a consultation fee. It would be improper not to follow through with the treatment, wouldn't it?" Pausing, Marissa turned to face him and asked, "Is that what you want to talk about?" "What else do you think it could be?" "Well, nothing." "Then when do you plan to start treating my brother's legs?" Connor smiled again.
"Tomorrow. I will begin his treatment according to plan starting tomorrow," Marissa declared.
She hesitated for a moment before adding, "Tomorrow, I will contact your brother. From that point on, I will communicate directly with him regarding his treatment. You don't need to be involved." Connor gazed at her intently, his smile unwavering, but he remained silent.
The rest of the journey passed in silence. Soon, the car pulled into the sprawling driveway of Daniels Manor. Marissa got out of the car and hurried to see Arabella, while Connor returned to his house in the manor. At that moment, Arabella was lying in bed.
As Marissa entered the bedroom, she immediately noticed Arabella's pallid complexion and frail appearance, which sank her heart.
She had suspected Connor might have deceived her to bring her back, but it was clear now that Arabella was genuinely ill.
When Arabella saw Marissa, her face lit up with joy, and she struggled to sit up. "Sweetie, you're finally back." Marissa quickly went to her, supporting Arabella and helping her to sit up comfortably against the headboard. "Grandma, why are you sick again?" Arabella smiled weakly and replied, "The doctor was just here and said my heart had been under sstress." This news concerned Marissa deeply.
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She remembered when she first met Arabella, she had been critically ill with heart failure. Since then, Marissa had been managing Arabella's health, which should have prevented such a relapse. Without wasting a moment, Marissa checked Arabella's pulse and conducted a few quick examinations.
She confirmed that Arabella's heart had experienced minor disturbances due to overstimulation, causing her discomfort. But her condition was nothing serious, and srest should suffice for recovery. Marissa was thankful, but also puzzled, as she looked at Arabella, unable to understand what could excite her so much at her age, as though she were a child with a new toy.
"Grandma, what made you so happy today?" Marissa asked, smiling gently.
"It's because of you," Arabella giggled, covering her mouth to stifle herm excitement, "never imagined my idol, Master Only, would be my granddaughter-in-law! Hahaha." "Grandma, try to stay calm," Marissa cautioned.
Yet, Arabella, unable to contain her enthusiasm, leaned in and whispered, "Sweetie, I have a big secret to tell you about Connor."