"Fang, help your Sister-in-law take a seat," Xi Yuan instructed calmly, dropping to one knee, his voice detached, his eyes scanning the addendum she'd signed. "She is still recovering. She shouldn't be on her feet for this long."
Xi Fang gave a tight nod, his jaw flexing the moment his gaze fell on the file in his brother's hands—the one that shouldn't have even existed. The divorce papers.
His hands clenched at his sides before he forced himself to ease them, stepping forward and gently offering his arm to Rong Xinghe. He guided her to the couch with delicate care, as though she were a porcelain doll.
"You alright?" Xi Wei asked his Goddess, concern etched across his face as he noticed her chest rise and fall in uneven huffs.
Just a few steps, and she was already struggling to breathe. Dammit. They never should've bothered her in this state—when she was already battling both physical and emotional exhaustion.
