Stop It, She’s Remarrying!

Chapter 963

Fia quickly defended her husband. “No, he just respects my decisions.”

“Right… I get it. You’re each other’s bac.” Tyler said proudly, “You see, Mary? You keep saying I don’t know any internet slang. Now I’ve just used one. Conrad, you’re your wife’s bae and she’s your bac!”

“What’s bac?” Conrad asked with a frown.

Silas hurried over to explain the slang to his boss, worried that he would make a fool of himself.

Finally learning the meaning of “bae”, Conrad took a glance at Fia. He did not think he was her “bae”. She never openly said that she loved him.

Still, he had fallen deeply for her.

During the feast, Conrad drank a lot of alcohol with Tyler. Every time he raised his glass, Conrad would take a glance at Fia, hoping that she would be worried and stop him from drinking. Yet, she did not.

After recovering her memory with hypnosis, Fia had been treating him very coldly.

“Tyler, can you not drink so much? Sharon’s getting sleepy so I need to bring her home to bed. I can’t sit here and keep an eye on you!”

“Oh, don’t fret! Mrs. Maxwell’s here. I won’t be drinking much.”

Seeing that Fia had seen Mary and Sharon off, Sophia quietly approached her and asked, “Why didn’t you stop Sir from drinking?”

“It’s been a while since he last had alcohol. Don’t worry. He knows his own limit.” Fia raised her head and looked at the night sky. “There are so many stars tonight.”

Sophia raised her head and looked at the sky too. “I’ve seen a night sky that’s even prettier than this. It had a lot of stars and they’re shinier than these ones.”

“Where did you see it?” Fia asked curiously.

“At Hellish Training Camp.”

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Fia had heard of that place several times but she had never been there before.

“It’s best that you don’t go there, Madam. Although it has a beautiful night sky, it’s not a great place to visit. Powerful and wealthy families send their children there to train their physiques and learn self- defense techniques. Other than that, the camp also purchases young children from the poor and keeps wandering, homeless orphans. After going through training, the kids who are rich and powerful have the resources to form their own squad. But the others

The homeless ones aren’t as fortunate…” NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

“But wouldn’t they get to live a better life if they work hard to climb and earn a higher rank in the camp?”

Sophia shook her head and said, “It’s possible for that to happen. But it’s extremely rare. Even

Mr. Maxwell himself had been through a lot in that camp. The children who are penniless and homeless don’t have the resources to employ a good coach like Mr. Maxwell.”

Fia frowned, “So it’s just like how society works…”

“Yes. But in society, you don’t often face mortal dangers like you do in the camp.” Sophia said. in a sad, gloomy tone, “I worked really hard. Like, really, really hard! That’s how I became a coach in the camp. I

wanted to coach as many children as I could. I thought I could help them. suffer less under my tutelage. Still, it was all in vain.”

“Why?” Fia led Sophia to a bench next to a bed of flowers to sit down. “You’re a coach, right? Don’t you have the power to protect them?”

“I wanted to protect them… but they did not want my protection.” Sophia said dejectedly, ” Madam, life in that forest is harsh and unforgiving. The children would kill one another just to have some meager benefit.”

Fia finally understood what kind of world that was. It was the survival of the fittest. Not. wanting to trigger even more of Sophia’s unhappy memories, Fia decided to not probe further. “Sophia, don’t worry. You’ll never be sent back to the camp ever again. I won’t allow it.”

Sophia was kind and good-hearted. Even though she earned a leadership role there, Sophia would still live a life full of hurt if she went back.

After staring at the stars for half an hour, they saw Tyler walk out of the villa in a foul mood.

“Conrad, you’re such a bore! This is not how we drink at parties! You only had a sip every time. I gulped down a full glass of wine! I’ve drunk several bottles of wine and yet you only had a few sips. What a bore!”

Conrad did not mind hearing Tyler’s nagging. He kept on pushing him toward the gate,

wanting to send him off. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Go home. Or else your wife’s going to get mad at you again!”

“Sigh. Mrs. Maxwell is such a fine woman. She doesn’t complain at all when she sees you drinking. My Mary always gets angry at me whenever I go near alcohol!”

“Shut up.” Seeing Fia still standing outside, Conrad lost his patience with Tyler. He kicked him out the gate and rushed to his wife. “Fia, why are you standing out here? It’s cold and windy.”

“It’s not cold.” Fia took a glance at Tyler who was stumbling his way by the gate. “You should send Mr. Lane home.”

Finishing her words, Fia brushed past Conrad and entered their home.