Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again

“Your leg?” Sonia craned her neck in an attempt to check his leg, but since he was on top of her, she couldn’t even do it. Sonia couldn’t push him away either, since that might worsen his injury. Left with no choice, she yelled at the manager, “Quick! Check his leg!”

“O-Okay.” The manager snapped out of it and hurried to check on Toby’s leg. When he saw what happened, he gasped. “Madam, your husband’s leg was hit by the pole.” After he asked whether they were fine, the manager thought he was in the clear when he heard that Sonia was alright, so he forgot to check on the steel frame. That was why he was shocked to see Toby’s leg getting hit by it. This is it. I’m getting fired.

“He’s hit?” Sonia’s heart skipped a beat, then she shouted furiously, “Don’t just stand there! Get someone to move it away!”

“I did. They’re on their way.” The manager was wiping off his sweat.

A short while later, two burly waiters came over to move the board away, freeing Toby’s leg. After that, the manager helped Toby up.

Since the manager held him up, Sonia could finally get up as well. She pushed herself up and held up Toby’s right side. After that, they led him to the restaurant’s sofa Sonia noticed Toby was pale and frowning in pain, so she asked worriedly, “How do you feel?”

Toby was touched that Sonia was worried about him, and he answered huskily, “I’m fine.”

Sonia looked at his leg. Suddenly, she crouched down and took his shoes and socks off.

her, so all he could do was stare at her. “What

this fine?” His feet were swollen, and Sonia’s heart sank. This isn’t the first time he got himself hurt to save me. If this keeps up, it’ll be impossible for me

manager was shocked as well when he saw how swollen Toby’s feet were. “Oh

right after he saw that. And he just finally stopped

sorry, Mr. Toby. I’m sorry…” It’s my fault. Mr. Toby’s hurt because I wanted that model. I’m a naughty

Toby isn’t blaming you, so be a good boy and stop crying.” “Really?” Douglas sniffled and looked at her tearfully. “Mr. Toby doesn’t blame me?” Sonia looked at Toby. Toby answered, “I’m not gonna blame a child.” At least he knows I’m hurt because he wanted that model. Least he’s not a

too much about it. “Sir, madam. I just called the doctor. He should be on his way now, so give us a minute. The doctor will be here soon,” he said in a hurry. “Good to hear, but please tell him to hurry. The swelling’s getting worse.” She pointed at Toby’s leg. The manager nodded. “Certainly. I’ll be

fine, but look into this. I want to know if this is an accident or a conspiracy.” As the president and CEO of Fuller Group, countless people were eyeing the resources he controlled. They would either butter him up, or kill him to get his resources. That was why he couldn’t

understand. But will you

Mr. Brown.” Sonia smiled at him. After all, she

for him, but he was delighted that she did. However, his face fell when he

icy gaze, a shiver ran down his spine, and he realized what his boss was getting at. “I’ll be going now.” He coughed. “Right

same time, the manager

“Doctor, please check on him. His feet are swollen. Are