Chapter 25.2
Chapter 25.2 How’s the Kid?
Carefully, he removed the bandages, revealing the swollen ankle joint and the ointment that hadn’t
fully absorbed.
Troy used an alcohol–soaked towel to wipe away the excess ointment, revealing the swollen, white,
bulging joint that looked like a loaf of bread.
He applied more ointment to Imogen’s ankle, wrapped it in gauze, and secured it with a knot.
“Alright,” he said, making Imogen a new nket.
She managed a small “thank you.”
Troy ced all the medications back in the box, but just as he was about to leave, his phone rang.
He checked the screen and frowned slightly before picking up the call. “Hello, Sarah.”
Imogen wasn’t sure what was being said on the other end, but Troy’s face turned serious as he
replied, “Okay, I know, I’ming right now.”
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Troy left the room quickly without waiting for Imogen to respond.
With a wry smile, Imogen watched him walk away.
Later, the helper brought her food, and Imogen ate it while looking out the window. Her mind.
couldn’t help but yearn for Troy.
Imogen’s heart was easily swayed, but Troy didn’t seem to want to spend time with her.
With her injured leg, she couldn’t go to work, so she asked the helper to bring herptop so she
could work from home and take care of some tasks. She stayed in her second–floor bedroom to
avoid using the stairs.
The helper took care of her meals.
While working, she heard the door open and assumed the helper was bringing her food. She said,
“Just leave it on the table; I’ll eat soon.”
However, it was Troy who entered with the food.
“Are you off work now?” she asked.
“Yes.”
Imogen closed herptop as Troy ced the food on the table by her bed and then sat down to
eat.
Once he finished, he helped Imogen clean up.
Upon returning, he had a bag containing medicines, including the ones prescribed by the hospital
and those she had previously taken for gastrointestinal issues.
Imogen’s heart sank as she watched Troy take out each pill. She tightened her grip on the corner of
her dress.
Troy noticed two unmarked white bottles and asked, “These are the medicines you gave me at the
hospital for stomach and bowel treatment. Why are they in these bottles?”
Imogen replied nervously, “I changed the packaging myself. It’s not convenient to have separate
boxes, and I might have to go on a business trip next week, so I switched to bottles and jars.”
While it was a reasonable exnation, Troy didn’t push further, simply saying, “Your feet might not
recover soon. Ask someone else to get them if not necessary.”
Imogen breathed a small sigh of relief.
10:42
Troy nced at the other medicines in the bag and asked, “Yesterday, the doctor only prescribed
external medicine. Are there any internal anti–inmmatory drugs or medicines to improve blood
flow and prevent blood clots?”
Imogen shook her head, exining, “I’ve been having stomach issues recently, so the doctor
advised against those medications as they might cause stomach upset.”
Troy sensed something wasn’t quite right, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint it.
“I’ll help you change the medicine,” he said, moving to Imogen’s bed with a roll of gauze ointment
he had taken out. He sat down next to her and lifted her nket.
and the
“Why don’t you ask the helper to do it?”
“Just call her up?”
Imogen’s lips tightened, but she didn’t say anything.
Troy felt that Imogen’s words were not entirely honest.
He ced his warm hand on her injured foot, making her instinctively want to pull away.
Carefully, he removed the bandages, revealing the swollen ankle joint and the ointment that hadn’t
fully absorbed.
Troy used an alcohol–soaked towel to wipe away the excess ointment, revealing the swollen, white,
bulging joint that looked like a loaf of bread.
He applied more ointment to Imogen’s ankle, wrapped it in gauze, and secured it with a knot.
“Alright,” he said, making Imogen a new nket.
She managed a small “thank you.”
Troy ced all the medicines back in the bag, but as he was about to leave, his phone rang.
He checked the screen and frowned slightly before answering, “Hello, Sarah.”
Imogen couldn’t hear the conversation, but Troy’s face turned serious as he replied, “Okay, I know,
I’ming right now.”
Troy quickly left the room without waiting for Imogen’s response.
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