The Tycoon's Deepest Repentance (Sophia and Ryan)

Chapter 221: Face-off with Fatima

He opened his eyes at lightning speed, and his ice cold gaze floated towards the door. Unexpectedly, he collided with Charlotte's deep and complex gaze.

Max's eyes visibly paused for a moment. His expression remained unchanged, still aloof, but his eyes remained fixed on Charlotte as if he wanted to bore a hole in her with his gaze. For a moment, no one said anything. The air was filled with a subtle tension.

"Brother..." Eventually, Charlotte moved her lips and was the first to speak.

wever, just at that moment, Fatima suddenly appeared from behind. She intentionally bumped Charlotte with her arm, pushing her aside. Charlotte, caught off guard, was squeezed out of the doorway.

"Haven't I already said it? Mr. Foster doesn't need you here. Why are you so stubborn?" Fatima held a bowl of white porridge in her hands, emitting a faint heat. She looked at Charlotte with disgust, completely ignoring her.

Max watched this scene, his brow furrowing slightly. Before he could speak, Fatima changed her expression, approached him with a smile, and said, "Mr. Foster, this was just freshly cooked. You should eat it while it's hot."

She said this and scooped some white porridge with a spoon, holding it straight in front of Max, ready to feed him herself. Charlotte stared straight at this scene, her fingers curling tightly. Her expression was cold and indifferent, with a dark undercurrent in her eyes. She didn't like it. She didn't like Fatima being so close to Max.

And at this moment, Max, looking at the spoonful of porridge being offered to his mouth, remained motionless for a long time. He was caught between Fatima and Charlotte. On one side was Charlotte, whom he hadn't seen in a long time. He naturally had mixed feelings towards her.

Just the thought of her still meeting with Benjamin, even sharing a meal with him, stirred his heart with a strange emotion, as if his world was turned upside down.

On the other hand, there was Fatima, who had always taken care of him. He wasn't ungrateful. With Fatima treating him this way, he couldn't bring himself to dismiss her intentions. So, Max slightly lowered his head, and his pale lips slowly touched the spoonful of porridge-

With a "bang," suddenly, there was a sound of a door closing.

It turned out that at this moment, Charlotte chose to turn and leave, and she helped him close the door.

Max's movement suddenly froze.

Fatima muttered somewhat irritably, "What's with this woman? Suddenly closing the door, does she want to scare people to death? Her temper is really something, Mr. Foster, you better not be scared..."

But Max abruptly stepped back, leaving only Fatima's hand holding the spoon suspended in mid-air.

"Mr. Foster, you?" She widened her eyes in surprise. Why did Mr. Foster suddenly refuse her to feed him? She was so close to successfully feeding Max. It was something she had always wanted to do, something she had been unable to do before.

Max, however, didn't look at her anymore. His icy gaze remained fixed on the now-closed door. Charlotte had left.

He suddenly felt somewhat disappointed and lost his appetite. "You can leave, I'm not hungry," he half-closed his eyes, and continued to lean against the head of the bed, his voice cool and tense.

Reluctantly, Fatima responded, "Mr. Foster, you should eat a little bit at least..."

Suddenly-

The door was pushed open once again.

This time, the person who entered wasn't Charlotte but a doctor and Lance.

The doctor, seeing that Max had awakened, showed a joyful expression on his face. "Mr. Foster, you've finally woken up!"

On the other hand, Lance cast her gaze towards Fatima. 13:53

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Chapter 221: Face off with Fatima

His brows immediately furrowed, his expression turning icy, and he said to Fatima with a strong sense of authority, "Who gave you permission to enter? Didn't I tell you this is none of your business? And why didn't you inform us as soon as you found out Mr. Foster had awakened?

Fatima had no defense against the scolding and could only widen her eyes, staring at Lance in defiance,

Seeing this, Max shook his head faintly and sighed, "Forget it, since she has been taking care of me all this time, there's no need to be so strict." Lance's brow furrowed even tighter upon hearing this. "Mr. Foster, when did she ever take care of you?" However, the family doctor, who was standing nearby, was the first to speak, his face showing confusion. "The one who truly takes care of you, who stays by your side, is your wife,"

Max's gaze froze for a moment. It was as if his breath had momentarily stalled.

Lance quickly regained his composure and spoke earnestly to Max, "That's right, Mr. Foster. When your condition was critical, it was the madam who stopped the bleeding for you, who tended to your wounds, and even stayed by your bedside for three days and nights without rest. She even collapsed

exhaustion just a few hours ago, and she was still in your room until I couldn't bear to see it and brought her back to the bedroom."

As he spoke, he cast an icy glance at Fatima. "And this person, she barged into your room this morning without any courtesy. It's simply disrespectful"

"I..." Fatima's fingers trembled wildly. She never expected her recently acquired merits to be exposed so quickly. Just when Mr. Foster had finally shown a bit of tenderness towards her...

It was all gone.

All of it was gone!

"No, it's not like that. I really wanted to take care of Mr. Foster," she stammered, trying to defend herself.

"But he simply doesn't need you," the family doctor said carelessly, casting a somewhat sarcastic glance at her. "Mr. Foster has a wife, and of course, it's the wife who is most suitable to take care of him. Moreover, she's very good at taking care of people." Ever since he had witnessed Charlotte's excellent medical skills a few days ago, the doctor's impression of her had improved considerably. So, at this very moment, he couldn't help but want to praise Charlotte a bit.

But Max didn't participate in their conversation. His knuckles were tightly bent, and his deep eyes were slightly narrowed, making it impossible to discern his emotions. In the depths of his eyes, there was an uncontrollable surge of emotions. Charlotte, she...

She not only helped him with his injuries but also stayed by his side for three days and nights?

This realization rushed into his mind, and for a moment, it felt as if a hint of warmth had suddenly surged into his heart, causing a slight burning sensation. It was warm and profound.

The somewhat parched inner recesses of his heart seemed to have received some nourishment, slowly becoming revitalized.

"Mr. Foster!" Fatima's voice suddenly rang in his ear. She approached him and grabbed his arm. "I really want to take care of you... Please don't send me away..."

Max's brows and eyes turned slightly cold, and a trace of indifference appeared in his gaze. He gestured with a long arm, decisively shaking off Fatima's hand, and said sternly, "Why did you lie just now?"

"I..." Fatima's eyes trembled as she stared at Max, unsure of how to explain. "L..."

"It was clearly not you..." Max's tone was low and cold as he uttered these words, a mix of sigh and reproach.

"Because of your brother, I've been lenient with you, but leniency has its limits," he said, his sharp gaze fixed on Fatima, his voice cutting like ice, "From now on, you'll stay and work in the estate, and you're not allowed near the villa."