Counterattack

Rainy season arrived, the weather in early December was always full of chill.

Two men were seen standing in the corner of the hospital courtyard. Chris closed the front of his coat tightly. After lighting a cigarette, he looked up at the not so warm sun in the sky. "Are you troubled by Lilia's situation?"

"No," The man replied indifferently.

Hearing his voice, Chris retracted his gaze. He shifted his gaze to look at the side of Jean's cold, sneering face.

"I heard that you temporarily appointed Kenny as the acting general manager of your company last night, is that true? Is it because Lilia's situation is worrying and you are planning to relinquish your responsibilities as company leader in order to stay with her for a while?"

Chris didn't know how it felt to be a husband who was worried about his wife.