Stop It, She’s Remarrying!

Chapter 1225

Eileen suddenly looked at Victor and smiled, saying, “Except for that ruthless man.”

Victor was speechless.

He knew she was referring to him.

The private room door was closed, and no one would know what she came to talk to him about.

Eileen bit her lip quietly and gathered the courage to speak. “Victor, what you owe me can never be repaid.

“Yeah, I know,” he replied.

He took a sip of coffee and looked at her, asking, “What do you want?”

Eileen blinked and found it difficult to speak for a moment.

“I owe you, and as long as it’s something I can do, I’ll help you with it.”

Their eyes met, and she suddenly wanted to ask if he was the one who had been following her all these years.

But even if she asked, what difference would it make?

He was a married man and the one who had hurt her.

Wasn’t Fia’s tragedy enough to wake her up?

“There is something. I think it shouldn’t be too difficult she continued.

“Tell me,” Victor said, sipping his coffee with a detached attitude.

Eileen took a breath and said, “I want your cousin to regain his memory as soon as possible. Sally injected him with a substance that hasn’t been stimulating his brain enough. I need you to help me get that drug.”

Victor was silent for a few seconds before asking, “Sally can’t get it?”

“She got it from her brother, and he’s on guard now that he knows,” Eileen replied.

Victor lowered his head and asked. “Does it do any harm to Conrad’s body?”

“It’s possible,” Eileen replied sarcastically. “His mother has been controlling him with drugs all along, did you know that? It’s his mother who prevented him from regaining his memory.”

“Actually, I think it’s a good thing if he doesn’t remember,” Victor said, thinking back to the devastated Conrad he had seen in the hospital. “The impact of Fia’s death five years ago was immense. He couldn’t even live with himself.”

“Didn’t realize you suddenly had such deep feelings for him,” Eileen remarked. “You didn’t treat him like a cousin before!”

The waiter knocked on the door and came in to serve the dishes. Both of them fell silent.

After the dishes were served and the waiter left, Victor broke the silence.

“I used to dislike how he was so secretive and had no vulnerabilities. I opposed him many times, but because I’m a part of the Maxwells, he let me go. Plus, he was so pitiful five years ago, I softened.”

Victor said with self-mockery, “Five years ago, I was planning to divorce Sapphire.”

“Is that so?” Eileen elegantly cut into the foie gras with her knife and fork. “It’s been five years, why haven’t you divorced yet?”

“My aunt threatened me with Conrad,” Victor said casually.

Eileen’s hand paused. “She’s really despicable, using any means necessary to achieve her goals.”

Victor spoke with a smile. “I thought no matter what, he’s still her son and she wouldn’t harm her own son.

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“Feeding him drugs for five years to prevent him from remembering anything, is that not harming him? Regardless of the drug, long-term use is not good for the body.”

“Yes.” Victor.finished his coffee and started cutting into the steak.

Eileen looked at him now and couldn’t help but comment, “You seem much more refined now.”

“Life has become dull, and I can’t muster up the temper anymore,” Victor said, recalling how he used to get angry easily because of her. “I’ve been the most uncontrollable with you in all my life.”

“Is that so? Mr. Maxwell, was I your punching bag?”

Eileen thought about those days when he would come and go as he pleased, sleep with her when he wanted, and wouldn’t care about whether she was happy or willing.

She had tolerated it repeatedly because she loved him too much.

She would never return to the useless person she used to be.

“I’m sorry.”

Eileen looked at him in surprise.

He looked her in the eye. “I’m sorry, Eileen.”

“You…” Eileen could barely hold her fork and knife well. “Why did you suddenly apologize?”

“I just wanted to.” He lowered his head to eat.

Quietly muttering in his heart: ‘Apologize for all the harm he caused her in the past.’

Now, it was just a helpless apology.

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Eileen raised her head and laughed aloud. “Mr. Maxwell, you’ve really changed.”

“I will seek Peter out regarding the drug,” Victor suddenly said.