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.

door open and assumed the helper was bringing her food. She said,

Troy who entered with

you off work

“Yes.”

food on the table by her bed and then sat

eat.

finished, he helped Imogen clean

medicines, including the ones prescribed by the hospital and those

pill. She tightened

unmarked white bottles and asked, “These are the medicines you gave me

the packaging myself. It’s

and I might have to go on a business trip next week, so I switched to bottles

simply saying, “Your feet

a small sigh

10:42

“Yesterday, the doctor only prescribed external medicine. Are there any internal anti–inflammatory drugs or medicines to improve blood

issues recently, so the doctor advised

sensed something wasn’t quite right, but he couldn’t

moving to Imogen’s bed with a roll of gauze ointment

and the

don’t you ask the helper to do

“Just call her up?”

but she didn’t

words were not

his warm hand on her injured foot, making her

bandages, revealing the swollen ankle

ointment, revealing the swollen, white, bulging joint