Chapter 203: Chapter 203

Chapter 203

When the topic of his wife came up. Marcus subconsciously glanced back at Cornelia. He couldn’t help but notice that something was off about her walk. Looking closer, he spotted a fair trace of blood on the back of her heels.

Cornelia had no one to lean on, she had to walk on her own Every step she took probably felt like a stab to her feel, but she kept a poker face

This girl was stubborn and tough!

Marcus wished he could just pick her up and spare her some of the pain.

But his identity wouldn’t allow that. All he could do was slow down, giving her a chance to keep up.

Mr. King, not waiting for Marcus’s response and oblivious to his thoughts, continued. “President Hartley, is it inconvenient to talk about your wife?”

“Not at all “Marcus kept an eye on Cornelia as they finished walking down the cobblestone path. “My wife isn’t from a noble family, but she’s a good girl. Stubborn, resilient, and full of prid She’s deserving of all the praise in the world.”

Mr. King chuckled. The rumor has it that you’re a cold–hearted man, but I don’t buy it. A man who can see and appreciate his wife’s virtues can’t be heartless. If you’re up for it, bring your wife along for a meal sometime”

Marcus replied, “Sure thing”

After they entered the crowded restaurant, Cornelia booked a private room to isolate from the public.

Before the food arrived, a staff member stopped Cornelia, “Ms. Stewart, could you step outside for a moment?”

Cornelia walked out of the room, asking. What’s up?”

“Our doctor is here and she would like to treat the wound on your heel The staff member led Cornelia to the medical room, where a female doctor was waiting.

The doctor started by disinfecting the wound, “Ms. Stewart, this might sting a bit. Bear with it.”

Cornelia nodded, “No worries, do your thing. I’m not afraid of pain.”

The doctor chuckled, “I’ve never seen a young girl who wasn’t afraid of pain. Pain is a normal reaction. If it hurts, just say so. There’s no shame in that.“.

This stranger, with one comment, seemed to touch the secret in Cornelia’s heart.

Yeah, Cornelia admitted, no girl likes pain.

She said she wasn’t hurt because as an orphan, she didn’t want to be a burden on her elderly grandmother. From a young age, no matter what injuries she suffered, she told herself to suc it up, to never show pain, to grit her teeth and bear it.

After the doctor disinfected the wound, applied some ointment, and bandaged it, she handed Cornelia a pair of flat shoes, “Wear these this afternoon. You can’t wear heels anymore.” “Thanks, doctor!” Cornelia smiled in gratitude, but didn’t take the shoes. The dress code for an executive assistant was strict, and she couldn’t wear cloth shoes during work hours. Wearing comfy flats might cost her the job

The doctor asked. “You’re not going to wear them?”

Cornelia replied. “You’ve bandaged it up, it won’t rub against my heel anymore.”

The doctor just smiled, not saying anything else, but she texted Marcus, President Hartley, I’ve treated Cornelia’s wound. As long as she doesn’t irritate it, it should be fine. You need to find a way to get her in these flats”

Marcus texted back, “Get a pair of flats for Mrs King, too. Well send them over after dinner.”