Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Chapter 812 - 811: I’m Preparing to Leave Capital Town

This question was especially incisive, making one unable to resist wanting to know the answer.Belinda Swan was taken aback; this wasn’t the question they had agreed upon from the start.

Instantly, she frowned.

However, since it’s a livestream, she can’t feel awkward nor avoid answering.

"He’s very busy today. After all, we just went public, and he has a lot of issues regarding this to handle. Knowing that I would attend this interview, he let me bring Mom along."

As she spoke, Belinda Swan shifted all the focus onto Phoebe Harris.

Phoebe Harris was obviously not expecting Belinda Swan to say this, showing a momentary unnatural expression.

Quickly, she concealed it.

"Yes, Maxwell is very busy."

She could only follow up rigidly, and after saying it, she managed a smile.

"Time’s up, let’s hurry up and go."

Nia Mitchell’s father and Molly Harguez approached with train tickets, not giving Nia Mitchell a chance to read the news, directly pulling her away.

At this moment, she was still imagining whether Maxwell Peary might suddenly appear here.

But...

No.

Boarding the train, Nia Mitchell fell into complete despair.

Her phone rang again, and she instantly took it out to check, thinking it would be a call from Maxwell Peary.

But...

It was Charles Northwood.

"Hello?"

Nia Mitchell’s voice was muffled, passing over the line, it made Charles Northwood feel a little distressed.

"Where are you now?"

Charles Northwood opened his mouth to inquire.

Only then did Nia Mitchell remember that she hadn’t told him about her departure.

"I’m on a train with my father and them, heading back to D City. Sorry I didn’t inform you earlier."

Charles Northwood froze for a moment, not anticipating this reply.

He frowned, but proceeded to say what he initially intended.

"Could you not leave? Please come over to me; Fiona Sutton... is not doing well."

Nia Mitchell instantly clenched her fists, Fiona Sutton...

Thinking of how Yancy Hastings had sacrificed himself, she felt a bit conflicted.

The CEO’s mood had improved a lot; she was also pleased for Fiona Sutton’s recovery.

"Okay, I’ll head over now."

After hanging up, Nia Mitchell looked at her father.

"Fiona Sutton has a situation, I have to go. Once things are sorted here, I’ll immediately return."

With that, not giving them the opportunity to oppose, Nia Mitchell disembarked straight away.

Luckily, the train hadn’t started moving, otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to leave now.

Disembarking the train, Nia Mitchell breathed a sigh of relief.

She couldn’t ignore the tiny bit of exhilaration in her heart; knowing she wouldn’t leave, she felt especially relaxed.

At this moment, it seemed she understood her own heart.

Not lingering here, Nia Mitchell immediately hailed a taxi to head to Charles Northwood’s apartment.

Fiona Sutton sat on the bed, her eyes vacant, hands tightly over her stomach, fearing anything might happen to the child.

Today, she was desperately clamoring to be discharged, and Charles Northwood couldn’t do anything about it.

He could only bring her back to the apartment, but not long after, she fell into this state again.

When Nia Mitchell arrived, seeing Fiona Sutton like this, her tears fell instantly.

"How... did she become like this?"

The once lively and carefree Fiona Sutton was now dispirited, pallid.

Even her figure seemed considerably thinner.

"I can’t do anything; she’s pregnant."

Nia Mitchell widened her eyes, somewhat unable to believe this news.