“Aren't you busy today? I heard that Asher is looking for a job recently, he probably needs you.”
Fiona stared at me closely, her expression obscure.
After a long time, she laughed coldly, “Ryan Curtis, you're very good.”
“It's the first time I've seen one that pushes his wife out on his own. Since you said so, I'll do as you wish.”
The car door was slammed, and Fiona's car disappeared in an instant.
I really didn't understand how she got angry when I fulfilled them.
It wasn’t until her assistant called me that I learned the truth.
“Sir, Miss Harper deliberately cleared her schedule to spend the day with you and your daughter. Why did you upset her so much that she left? And now look at this—she’s gotten herself drunk and gone to see Mr. Rudolf and his daughter again…"
The assistant had always felt that Fiona and I were a good match and was determined to set us up.
But now, I smiled to myself. “Thank you, but, let her go.”
After all, there were still three more days.
Maisie and I would be leaving.
But how could I not have expected that on the day I finished helping Maisie with her transfer, she was pushed into the water by Rielle, triggering an emergency.
I went crazy and brought Maisie to the hospital to save her.
But I was told by the hospital that Fiona transferred the city's medical resources, to Rielle treatment of allergies.
Looking at Maisie's face, I desperately dialed Fiona's phone, begging her to save Maisie.
Asher's sobbing voice came from the other end of the phone, and Fiona sounded anxious, but laughed out grimly.
“Ryan, what are you pretending to be pitiful again? Maisie is fine, how could anything happen to her?”
“The day I accompanied you guys, you were the one who kicked me out of the house, and now that Rielle is severely allergic, what are you trying to pull in order to compete for jealousy?”
The taste of blood came from my throat and I was about to explain when the phone beeped busy.
I was overwhelmed by a wave of despair.
I thought Maisie would cry, but I didn't expect her to suck in oxygen and look at me in an unusually calm manner, “Dad, Mommy really doesn't want me this time, right?”
She smiled knowingly and weakly wiped away my tears.
“Don't cry, Daddy. Then I don’t want mommy either.”
In the end, I still called my mom and used her contacts to fire up a special physician from the neighbouring city.