Stop It, She’s Remarrying (Fia and Conrad)
Chapter 1172

"Yeah, I know." Conrad suddenly had a hunch that he should not enter the street. This woman was not someone to be messed with. He knew how hard she hit. He suspected she even had professional close- quarters combat training.

His theory was proven by the long, excruciating screams that came from the backstreet. Those men never had a chance against her.

"Uncle, don't worry. Mommy is really good at fighting. She'll be fine." Adrian comforted the man, thinking that he was worried for his mother. Nodding his head, Conrad asked, "Okay, I trust you. So, maybe we should wait here for a while?"

"No! Irene's still there. Irene's really small so she can't do much in a fight!" After saying that, Adrian hurried into the backstreet.

"Adrian!" Conrad quickly followed Adrian worriedly. However, due to his limping leg, he was not quick enough to catch up to the boy.

Meanwhile, Fia was glaring at the men that had just got beaten and dropped on the ground. Suddenly, a boy rushed to the scene and called out to his mother. It was Adrian!

Seeing this, one of the men quickly got up and grabbed Adrian.

"Mommy!"

Fia frowned and glared at the man. "You have three seconds. Let him go, or else I'll rip off your hand!"

"Heh! I'm not afraid of you now! I've got your son! Now surrender! I have a hostage!"

"Right." Fia smirked. "Three seconds' up."

When Conrad finally arrived, he saw a man rolling on the ground in agony. Fia, on the other hand, stepped forward with a cold grin and stepped on the man's knee. In an instant, a loud crack could be heard. It was quite apparent that she had broken the bones in his knee.

Adrian was unharmed. He was standing on the side while covering his ears, staring at whatever that was happening before him.

Conrad didn't know how to describe the things that he had witnessed. He had never seen a woman so fierce and cruel in a fight while still maintaining such a cold demeanor. She was so indifferent to the man's broken knee that it seemed like she was just stepping on an ant.

Yet, he could not help but be impressed by her. This woman was so cool!

"If you dare lay a finger on my son again, I'll have your head next!" Fia stepped away from the man and held Adrian's hand.

The man kept on rolling on the ground in agony. His arm was already broken, in just a few twists by this vicious woman. Yet, that was not enough. She even crushed his knee, destroying his leg. Seeing this, the other men slowly backed off in fear.

Taking some time to collect his thoughts, Conrad slowly approached Fia and Adrian. "Are you alright?"

Fia replied coldly after giving him a glance, "It's none of your business."

"Mommy, Uncle helped and brought me to you. You should not be so rude to him." Adrian scolded his mother. Raising her chin, Fia said to Conrad, "If it weren't for you, Adrian wouldn't have been caught!"

She was right. Conrad had no rebuttal to that.

"What if he had a knife back then, huh? What would have happened to my son?!"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She took a step forward, wanting to grab Conrad's collar. "Mommy!" Adrian pulled Fia's hand, trying to stop her. "Uncle is just trying to help. Like me, he's worried for Irene too!"

"Help?" Fia smirked. "Then, you save it, Mr. Maxwell. Your so-called help will only lead us to our deaths!"

After saying that, she carried Adrian with an arm before bringing Irene out of the car with her other arm. Then, she walked out of the street to hail a taxi.

"Mommy..."

Waking up from her slumber, Irene noticed that the driver was not the one from before. In fact, even the car was not the same!

She pressed closer to her mother and asked, "When did we change our ride, Mommy?"

"When you were sleeping just now."

"But Mommy... Why did we have to change the car?"

"Well, the previous car broke down on the road."

"Oh, I see." Irene gave a loud yawn and said, "I didn't want to sleep just now. But it felt so soothing and nice when you were petting my head. So, I fell asleep."

Fia petted her daughter's head again. "It's okay. If you're still tired, you can sleep more. When we're home, I'll carry you upstairs."

Irene giggled before poking her brother.

"Adrian, aren't you jealous?"