Chapter 08 Mr. Bailey keeps you waiting

The wound on his leg was wrapped in gauze, making it impossible to tell if it was infected, but that area was definitely swollen, protruding prominently.

"Did you let a doctor take a look?" His attitude was too cold; even when he saw her swollen leg, there was no trace of tenderness in his expression. This puzzled Fiona for a moment, and she didn't dare to act spoiled.

"I had the doctor rebandage it. It's probably infected from getting wet during today's shower."

Zachary pulled out a cigarette pack and took one, disregarding the no smoking sign on the wall. With a click, the flame from the lighter burst forth, casting a warm glow on his sharp and cold features.

He took a drag on the cigarette before shifting his gaze back to Fiona's leg. "Fiona, since you chose this path, stick with it and don't demean yourself by giving up everything you've pursued."

Fiona didn't expect him to say this. She thought that when he saw her injury, he would at least feel sorry for her or offer some comfort.

After all, he used to frown and personally apply ice to her when she got splashed with oil.

"Zachary," her throat choked up a bit. "Are you still blaming me? In the beginning..."

"There's nothing to blame or not blame; it was your choice, and I chose to support you." Zachary crushed the cigarette. "The leg is yours. If you don't want to dance anymore, do whatever you want. I won't come to the hospital again."

After saying this, Zachary left without any hesitation.

Not long after he left, Emily came in. "How did it go? Did Mr. Bailey see the wound on your leg? Did he say anything?"

"He said he won't come to the hospital anymore."

"...Didn't you act spoiled or pretend to be weak? I told you, men like to rely on their women. You can't be as proud as usual; that will only push him further away."

Thinking of the man's emotionless face, Fiona's lips curved into a sarcastic smile worse than crying. "In that situation, I guess even if I died in front of him, he would calmly have you take care of the aftermath."

Emily fell silent for a moment, then shook her head. "Men want dignity, especially people like Mr. Bailey who are powerful and influential. When has he failed because of a woman? You...you just didn't respect him enough back then!"

Fiona didn't say anything. A trace of self-mockery flickered in her eyes. Was it really like that back then?

The next day, Winona didn't have to go to the Bailey Group as a nanny anymore. She slept until she naturally woke up.

Rebecca had already gone to the store and sent her a WhatsApp message, "The appointment with Mr. Baker is set for tomorrow, but I have an appointment with a client and can't accompany you."

Rebecca relied on her family's funding to start a business after graduating from university.

The antique shop was usually where Winona helped out. She replied with a simple "okay" and headed out after breakfast. Since she had moved out of Regal Oaks, she needed to find a place to settle down first. It would be convenient to live near her workplace in the future as well.

Winona went to a real estate agency and quickly found a one-bedroom, two-living-room apartment. It was close to her studio and didn't have too much furniture, allowing her to convert the extra bedroom into a workspace.

Most importantly, the property management here was quite responsible; one had to register their ID when entering or leaving the premises.

After signing the contract, Winona saw that it was still early and decided to go to the mall. Rebecca's birthday was approaching, and she wanted to pick out a handbag for her. She had been talking about a certain brand's latest collection for a while, and this mall happened to have that brand.

Winona took the elevator to the seventh floor, where a salesperson greeted her, "Miss, do you have a particular style in mind?" People who bought luxury goods like this usually already had a specific style in their mind.

"The bag you've been promoting this summer - do you have it in stock?" Winona asked.

The salesperson smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, that bag is a limited edition, and someone has already placed an order at our store."

Winona felt a bit disappointed and said, "Alright, thank you." She turned around, ready to leave, when a woman in professional attire walked in and said to the salesperson, "I'm here to pick up the limited edition ladies' bag Mr. Bailey ordered a few days ago."

Winona's footsteps halted, and she clenched her fingers slowly. The surname was not common, and she recognized the woman in front of her. She had appeared in the news before as Fiona's manager.

The salesperson replied, "Alright, but we'll need to call Mr. Bailey to confirm. Could you please provide your name and ID?"

"I'm picking it up for Fiona, and my name is Emily. I'm her manager," the woman replied.

The salesperson turned to check Zachary's contact information on the computer. Winona had no intention of lingering; after that momentary heartache, all that remained was indifference. After all, they were getting a divorce, and she couldn't care less about who he decided to give bags to. She was about to leave when Emily called out, "Mrs. Sullivan."

Winona didn't expect the woman to know her and raised an eyebrow, asking, "What's the matter?"

Emily wasted no words and spoke candidly: "Mrs. Sullivan, why should a young and beautiful woman like you cling to a man who doesn't love you? It's better to let go early and find someone better while you're still young."

"Are these words from Fiona?" Winona arrogantly lifted her chin, "Times have really changed. In the past, mistresses used to hide and be afraid of being discovered, but now they dare to shout in front of the legal wife?"

Her posture while speaking completely overwhelmed the other woman. Emily refused to back down, saying, "The one who isn't loved in a relationship is the mistress. Fiona and Mr. Bailey were meant for each other."

"Emily, aren't you married yet?" Winona narrowed her eyes, bringing out her seductive charm. "When you do get married, I'll make sure to introduce several handsome confidants to your husband."

"Help Emily out a bit," Winona said with a slight smirk. Before Emily could respond, Winona's soft yet intimidating voice continued, "As for that bag, please help me pass a message to Miss Fiona. Tell her to transfer half of the money to my account. Even though it was a gift from Zachary, we are still married, and it belongs to both of us. If I don't receive the transfer within three days, she can expect a lawyer's letter."

Emily didn't expect this seemingly quiet woman to have such a sharp tongue. She was not easy to deal with! For a moment, Emily, who was usually quick-witted, fell silent.

As Winona turned to leave, the salesperson behind her trembled and called out, "Mrs. Bailey, Mr. Bailey... Mr. Bailey told you to wait for him here."

The salesperson didn't expect to encounter such an explosive situation when dialing Mr. Bailey's assistant's number. Even more unexpectedly, Mr. Bailey answered the call himself!