Stop It, She’s Remarrying (Fia and Conrad)
Chapter 1193

Irene quickly explained.

"I was worried that Adrian would go blind.

"Mommy, we won't leave with Uncle without telling you in the future. Don't be angry at us."

She tugged at Fia's sleeve and as she spoke, Irene suddenly started crying.

"..."

Fia could not help but feel a little suffocated.

Did she speak too sternly to her two children?

They were still children after all.

Perhaps it was their blood relation to Conrad that caused them to follow their heart.

Perhaps acting like this was a little too over the top.

Along the way, Fia did not speak and simply drove the two children back home.

Fia had just got them home when Milo, the sweet Pomeranian that had been napping on the couch, jumped down and dashed over.

"Milo, I've missed you so much!" Irene embraced the little Pomeranian, rubbing her face against its head.

Milo responded with a series of affectionate licks on Irene's cheek.

Sitting nearby, Adrian petted Milo's comfortable fur and said, "Irene, we shouldn't have left Milo alone at home."

"We were wrong," Irene said, looking at Fia who was sitting on the couch, lost in thought.

Adrian pitifully added, "Mommy, please don't ignore us or be angry with us. Daddy's not here, and if you're upset and ignore us, we'll feel really sad." Upon saying this, he started to cry, causing Irene to shed tears as well.

The little Pomeranian, Milo, seemed to sense its owner's unhappiness and nestled in Irene's arms, whimpering.

Fia's heart ached, and she pulled both children into a hug.

"It's my fault. I shouldn't have been so harsh on you.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left you at home.

"In the future, I will definitely spend more time with you, and wherever I go, I'll take you with me."

Incidents like today must not happen again!

"Feeling hungry? I will make dinner for you. You can watch TV." Fia wiped her tears and went to prepare dinner, making dishes that both children liked.

For kids, there was no problem that a good meal could not solve.

After Adrian and Irene had eaten, they played happily with little Milo on the floor.

Fia sat by the side, sipping on red wine with a heavy heart. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

She got up to answer it. Seeing Silas outside, she frowned.

"Is anything the matter?"

Although Silas had not provoked her before, Fia's expression was not any friendlier.

Silas suppressed his excitement and stared at Fia. "Ms.Sia, it wasn't Mr. Maxwell who asked me to come."

"Oh." Fia swirled her wine glass and took a sip. "So, what brings you here? Do you want to introduce me to another job?"

Silas shook his head and said bitterly, "I realized during the auction that you're not an ordinary person, and you're not lacking in money."

Fia chuckled and looked down. "What a keen eye, Secretary Whitley."

Silas hardly blinked, his eyes fixed on her. "You really resemble Madam Fia."

Fia's expression froze for a moment. "I don't understand what you're saying."

"Your son's eyes, like Mr. Maxwell's, are amber in color," Silas said cautiously. "This eye color is quite rare, and it's hereditary in the Maxwell family..."

"Amber eyes, is it?" Fia lifted her head, her expression candid. "It's just a genetic mutation that occurred when they were in my womb. My son's eye color developed abnormally, and my daughter was a mute until recently."

She spoke with a cold demeanor, as if discussing today's weather.

Silas looked at her in astonishment. If she were Madam Fia, she would not have been so composed while talking about her children's defects.

This woman wasn't just ill-tempered. She also had a particularly cold heart.

Could she really be Madam Fia?

He was no longer certain.