In less than half an hour, Tara arrived at Aiden's house. She went straight to Anya's room, and caught her still wearing her nightgown. Her face didn't look as cheerful and bright as usual. She looked exhausted.
"Look at you! You look like you haven't slept all night." With a deep sigh, Tara put down her medicine box and checked Anya.
Anya glared at Tara while letting the doctor check her body. But Tara didn't find the slightest wound. "Do you feel sick somewhere?"
"My heart is sick. I want a divorce with Aiden, but he still treats me like this," Anya said irritably.
"I wanted to take you home yesterday, but Aiden insisted on escorting you. How dare I fight him? Even if it's for your sake, I still don't dare to fight Aiden, so…" Tara didn't continue her words. "Which one is sick? I will massage you."
