Chapter <b>829 </b>
<b>Simon’s </b>words were said deliberately for Mnie’s ears. It was not a sudden awakening of his <b>conscience </b>but rather Simon <b>not </b>wanting his friend, <b>Eugene</b>, to suffer at the hands of a woman.
Just <b>when </b>he was about to tell Mnie about Eugene’s injury, she coldly replied, “Apologizing without even saying sorry<b>? </b>Is that what you call an apology?”
Simon <b>paused</b><b>, </b>his brows furrowing together as he looked at Mnie. “If that’s your attitude, we <b>won’t </b>ept it.”
Simon’s expression changed as he gave Mnie a warning look.
Timothy <b>was </b>infamous in Nava for being a troublemaker. He was raised abroad and only recently returned to the country. He was involved in <b>an </b>ident not <b>too </b>long ago that crippled the victim’s leg. Simon <b>was </b>about to warn Mnie <b>to </b>shut up when he heard a bang. Mnie mmed the door shut right in front of his <b>face</b>. It <b>was </b><b>the </b>first time Simon had <b>been </b>treated like this, and his expression contorted.
Back in the living room, Yvonne asked Mnie who hade, <b>to </b>which she calmly replied, “Simon said he came <b>to </b><b>apologize</b><b>.</b>”
“He apologized?” Yvonne shook her head in disbelief<b>. </b>Mnie said, “That’s why <b>I </b>didn’t let them in.” The sudden encounter ruined their mood even though Xander kept insisting he was fine. Besides, Mnie did <b>not </b>want to stay on the mountain any longer. The closer she was to Eugene<b>, </b>the more worried she became about Merry.
It was evening by the time Simon learned Mnie’s <b>group </b>had <b>left</b>.
Simon pushed open Eugene’s room door<b>. </b>“They left in <b>the </b><b>afternoon</b>.”
Eugene was still working, his phone connected <b>to </b>an international call. He nced at Simon and then ended <b>the </b><b>call</b><b>. </b>“I know.” His window was facing the house<b>, </b><b>so </b>he had seen them leave in the
afternoon.
Mnie was careful to support Xander by his <b>side</b><b>, </b>protecting him as much <b>as possible</b><b>. </b>She was afraid of him identally getting hurt again.
Back in the city, Mnie immediately <b>took </b><b>Xander </b><b>to </b><b>the </b>hospital for another check–up. She was not
very confident in the clinic in the <b>scenic </b>area.
Fortunately<b>, </b>the results showed no <b>serious </b><b>issues</b><b>, </b>but Xander would not be <b>able </b><b>to </b>use his hand for a while<b>. </b>He <b>also </b>needed someone <b>to </b><b>take </b><b>care </b>of him.
Oliver was standing to one side. He rubbed his nose as he said, “It’s not that I don’t want to help the boss<b>; </b>he doesn’t want me to help<b>. </b>He’s a bit of a clean freak. He won’t even go into <b>the </b>hot springs <b>with </b>us<b>. </b>
Mnie looked at Xander<b>, </b>who shrugged helplessly. “It’s not a serious injury. I can still take <b>care </b><b>of </b>myself.”
Mnie decided to make soup for Xander every day. Since he nned to work on a project in Navater, Xander rented a house a few days ago. It was in <b>the </b>same neighborhood as Mnie’s. It was very close, so Mnie would have no trouble delivering soup over after work.
Back then<b>, </b>Mnie’s cooking skills were average at best, but she had <b>improved </b>after living alone <b>in </b>Nava and cooking for herself. Now<b>, </b>she could manage quite well.
Merry was currently <b>with </b>Yvonne, who was babysitting her. When Mnie came over with the soup, she saw the little one sitting among <b>a </b>pile of new clothes, smiling happily. Yvonne <b>was </b>ying with her like she <b>was </b>a doll, changing her into one outfit after another<b>. </b>
After watching them for a while, Mnie called Xander out to drink the soup. When she opened the thermos, a fragrant aroma wafted out.
<b>“</b>Your cooking skills are good enough <b>to </b>open a restaurant,” Yvonne said <b>in </b>an exaggerated tone. She picked up
her phone and recorded the soup<b>, </b>saying<b>, </b><b>“</b>I’m going to make a New Year’s vlog.” Xander’s injury was not serious. After resting at home for about a week, he was almost fully recovered. As he had handed over all the studio’s matters, he <b>was </b>not busy anymore.