Chapter 152 The Man Stuck in Her head

"Take it easy, Madeleine. I will take care of it myself."

"Come on, Ophelia! You need my help fighting against her. You're always being too nice with others,
and niceness sometimes does not bring you a palatable outcome."

Ophelia offered a sigh and said, "I'm not being nice to her, and I'm just unprepared for those
photographs. Don't worry, and I will talk to her."

Looking at her, Madeleine asked suspiciously, "Are you really going to work on that?"

Ophelia nodded.

"Fine. Just do what you want, and I won't intervene. But remember: whenever you're in hardship, talk to
me, and I will spare no effort to help you." Madeleine said.

Ophelia took her hands and said sincerely, "Thank you, Madeleine. I'm glad that you're always by my
side no matter how hard it is."

Madeleine gave her a blank look and said, "What're you talking about, you little fool? Stop being
sentimental, get some rest and make sure your baby is safe. Remember: no one could ever get you
hurt except for yourself. Even if Chamers Family is really going to drive you away, you will still have me,
and together, we shall bring up the little guy."

Gratitude and affections for Madeleine was crammed inside of Ophelia. Their friendship was still as
strong and tough as the old days, and it was lucky for her to still have this one standing behind while
others misunderstood her.

"Please help me go through the discharge formalities a while later, Madeleine. I shall go back to work,
since I'm still a rookie in my company. My colleagues may gossip about me if I take off too many times."



Madeleine looked at her incredibly, "Have you lost you mind, Ophelia?"

Ophelia smiled feebly, "I'm fine, Madeleine. My baby still takes the priority, and I just don't want others
to regard me as a weak and less competent woman."

"No, I don't think so, since Tassach is exactly the one to blame for dragging you into such a dilemma. I
suggest that you should stop getting involved with him and quit that low-paid job as soon as
possible." Madeleine said in anger, "Let's just do it now. I'm going to phone your superior and get you
out of that stupid company."

"Please don't, Madeleine."

"Why?" Madeleine seemed a little angry hearing that, "You've confused me, Ophelia. I'm wondering
whether you're caring about the job, or actually the asshole called Tassach in the company."

"Please, Madeleine." In a pleading tone, she said, "I actually like to be a designer. Please don't doubt
me like Zachariah does."

Madeleine took a sigh, and finally made a concessions, "OK, I gave up. But you have to stay in the
hospital today, or I will call Tassach directly and get you fired from his company. His phone number is
still the same, and I can phone him whenever I want. Am I clear?"

After a while of hesitation, Ophelia nodded to agree.

Madeleine went out and helped Ophelia to take a leave for her absence via phone. After a while, she
went back to the room with a bowl of porridge and said, "Come and eat something, dear. It has been
cooled."

As Ophelia was eating the porridge with a spoon, Madeleine continued, "I have already
phoned Tassach and helped you to take one day leave. That asshole has asked me about your



situation, and I've told him the truth: you're sent to the hospital, and your husband is the one to blame.
He said he wanted to come around and visit you, but I rejected his proposal."

Ophelia said, "He is innocent, and you don't have to treat him in that way, Madeleine."

Madeleine gave her a blank look and answered, "So, you're saying that I'm being officious, aren't you?"

Ophelia responded with a helpless smile, "You know that's not what I actually mean, Madeleine."

Madeleine continued in a seemingly angry tone, "But I feel that it's exactly what you mean. Why do you
just defend Tassach over and over again when we talk about him? Have you forgotten all the suffering
that he had exerted on you?"

No response was given by Ophelia.

Madeleine looked at her, and said seriously, "Tell me, Madeleine: is he still stuck in your mind?"

Ophelia offered a bitter smile and answered, "Don't get me wrong, Madeleine. I had already been done
with him four years ago. We're in two different worlds, and whether in the past, present or future, there
is no chance for us to ever be together."

Madeleine looked at her dearly, and Ophelia responded with a feeble smile on her pale face.

Madeleine couldn't bear to dwell on the affair non-stop, and shifted the topic, "You look pale on your
face, my dear. Go take some rest, and I will be on your side."

Ophelia nodded her head, laid down and looked at the ceiling with glazed eyes.

Such scene stabbed Madeleine's heart. She took Ophelia's hand and asked, "What're you thinking, my
dear?"



Dully, Ophelia answered, "I would soon be driven out of Chamers Family, possibly."


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