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 faint 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 pride. 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.
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