Chapter 880

“Mrs. Taylor!” Fia felt like she had found succor at the final moment. “Prepare some tea.”

“Of course!” Mrs. Taylor let out a sigh of relief and dragged Mrs. Whitley along to prepare the tea.

Marcus pointed at the sofa. “Shall we chat while we sit over there?”

Fia nodded. She thought to herself that, as Conrad’s wife and the mistress of this home, she needed to have the grace of one.

She then led the way. “Have a seat, doctor.”

She waited for Marcus to take his seat first before she did, as a form of courtesy.

Marcus looked at her, his heart grim.

For a young woman like this to live like an old woman… He wondered how much pressure she was under and how much pain she had taken before becoming someone like this.

“You can begin, doctor,” Fia said to Marcus with a smile, but her eyes were filled with anxiety.

Marcus said with a smile, “You must have been quite the peculiar girl in the past, aren’t you?”

Fia was slightly taken back. “What does that have to do with Conrad’s illness