Fiona looked anxious. "Pierre said there is a project to be connected, and the information is all on my computer. He can't find it."
I looked at her calmly. "But today is my mother's death anniversary. And this is your first time here."
Fiona looked apologetic. "But Pierre...
"Don't worry. I'll be back as soon as I finish the work."
I opened my mouth slightly, but she had already run away.
From a distance, I watched her get into a luxury car.
I knew it was Pierre's car at that time.
In the end, I went to see my mother alone again.
After standing there for two hours, Fiona still didn't come back.
It was raining heavily when I left.
It was just like my feelings at this moment. It was cold.
Later she told me that she couldn't find the information, so she compiled a new one overnight.
Did she believe it herself?
I didn't believe it anyway.
But I was no longer interested in exposing her excuses.
After a fight, we fell into a cold war.
After that, I was assigned to go on a business trip by the company.
After thinking about it, I decided to tell Fiona.
Before leaving, she helped me with my luggage.
No matter whether it was daily food or clothes, anything she thought I could use was stuffed into my suitcase.
"Business trips are very tiring. You must pay attention on the road."
She wiped the sweat from her forehead and said to me with a smile.
After looking at each other for a few seconds, I calmly said, "Okay".
In the following days, Fiona would video call me every night.
This reminded me of when we first got married. At that time, she did the same thing to me.
At that time, our days were sweet.
She was...
Did she want to make up with me?
However...
It seemed impossible.
I stared at the report sheet that Fiona left angrily when we had a quarrel a few days ago, and was in a daze for a long time.
The day before my return trip, Fiona suddenly called me crying.
"Liam, my mother is sick and is in the hospital. How long will it take for you to come back? I'm scared..."
I remembered that my mother-in-law, Regina, had chronic heart disease.
Even though she wasn't nice to me, I was her son-in-law after all.
After asking for leave from my leader, I boarded the train overnight.
It was already early morning when I arrived at the hospital with a tired face.
Fiona was waiting for me. She was standing at the entrance of the hospital with obvious traces of tears on her face.
When she saw me, she rushed into my arms.