Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

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 blanket.
She managed a small “thank you.”
Troy placed 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’m
coming right now.”
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 her laptop 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 her laptop as Troy placed 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 explanation, 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 glanced at the other medicines in the bag and asked, “Yesterday, the doctor only prescribed external medicine. Are there
any internal anti–inflammatory drugs or medicines to improve blood flow and prevent blood clots?”
Imogen shook her head, explaining, “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 blanket.
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 placed 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 blanket.
She managed a small “thank you.”
Troy placed 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’m coming right now.”
Troy quickly left the room without waiting for Imogen’s response.
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