Stop It, She’s Remarrying (Fia and Conrad)
Chapter 910

Chapter 910

"Jason Evans..." Fia muttered the name. "When I heard that he was wounded, I felt somewhat uneasy. I think... I know him."

Sophia said nothing. She was someone that was loyal and protective of her boss.

While the person she wanted to protect the most was Fia, she only acknowledged one pairing, which was her boss and her madam.

"Sophia, do you think I should see him?" Fia looked at Sophia.

Sophia gave it a thought and cunningly said, "Out of protecting the relationship between you and the boss, I don't recommend you see him."

"What?" Fia asked intentionally. "You think that there's something between me and Mr. Evans?"

"That's not it!" Sophia shook her hand. "You're a very principled woman and are only romantically involved with the boss. There's nothing unspeakable between you and any other men!" "Then what are you worried about?" Fia smiled slyly.

It took her a while, but Sophia finally realized that she jumped into a hole that her madam had prepared for her.

"I want to see him," Fia directly said. "If you're worried that your boss will replace out about. this, then hide this from him."

Sophia was speechless. She didn't really want to join this part.

Garrett and Jason hadn't visited her yet. After a while, Jason was pushed into Fia's ward with the help of a nurse and the director in a wheelchair.

When Fia saw him, she reflexively asked, "What happened to your leg?"

"My legs are fine," Jason said with a gentle smile. He then pointed somewhere on his chest. and said, "I broke a rib and I just finished the surgery, so I can't move that easily."

"I see," Fia said. However, she didn't understand why she would feel somewhat upset when he saw her, so all she could do was to stare at him.

Jason was somewhat startled by how she was looking at him curiously. He asked, "What about you? Are your wounds alright?"

"Should be better when compared to yours. The wounds aren't that severe and I can move around out of bed," Fia said before looking at Sophia and the director. "Can you leave for now? I would like to speak with him alone."

"That won't be good!" Sophia refused.

"Sophia, we're all patients here. What are you worried about?" Fia asked.

Sophia hesitated for a few seconds before nodding in the end. "Don't take too long."

"Sure."

Sophia glanced at the two of them and said, "Don't close the door. We'll wait outside in the corridor."

Fia smiled and said, "Sure."

When only Jason and Fia were left in the ward, the atmosphere became heavier.

Fia asked first, "Do we know each other?"

"We do." Jason held his hands tightly. When he looked into her pure eyes, he became saddened.

"Then, we..." Fia had a lot of questions she wanted to ask, but she wasn't sure what to ask. Jason smiled helplessly. "My mom hurt you yesterday. I'm so sorry, Fia. I believed that I'd never do something to hurt you, but I forgot about my family."

Fia lowered her eyes and said, "I wanted to talk to you about my husband being a suspect." Jason frowned. Despite his sadness, he still maintained a smile.

Fia said, "I can forget about how your mom attacked me, but can you help me clear my husband's name?"

"You really think that he has nothing to do with it?" Jason asked in a serious tone.

"I don't believe that it's him. While he does have a bad temper and can go all out against those who have evil intentions, he's not someone that will do something behind your back. If he wants your life, he'll be very direct with it," Fia said with a gentle tone.

When Jason thought about the wicked intention in his mind and how Fia was being so open with him, he felt somewhat humbled.

"Mr. Evans... I know that the injury you suffered is heavier than mine and it's not fair for me to ask you something like this. While I believe that my husband is not the man behind this, we can bear the cost of your hospitalization out of charity. We can also..."

"If it's not him, why would I need your money?" Jason wasn't quite happy. Fia had forgotten about him, and the way she spoke to him was a little condescending.