Mag-log inAs agreed with Doctor Jhonny, Angelina went straight to the doctor's room after arriving at the hospital. Angelina was already facing a man in a white coat, sitting with a serious face, blocked by a table.
"Are you sick? I see your face is very pale, ma'am," the doctor smiled a little while watching Angelina. "I'm fine, Doctor Jhonny. Maybe it's because I'm walking too fast that my face is pale," Angelina replied. Doctor Jhonny nodded slowly, then pulled a drawer under his desk, retrieving a white envelope with the hospital logo and lab results. "Please open this, Ms. Angelina," he said as he handed the envelope to its owner. Instantly, Angelina took a deep breath. For the second time, she received an envelope containing lab results. I don't know, she suddenly became anxious. "Doctor Jhon...." Angelina was silent again. She wanted to say something to the old man, but she quickly decided against it. "Yes, how can I help you, Ms. Angelina?" Doctor Jhonny became suspicious of Angelina's not-so-relaxed demeanor. "I don't think I need to tell Doctor Jhonny what happened last month. Let me investigate myself," Angelina said silently. She tore off the end of the envelope and took out the piece of paper inside. She spread the lab results wide and read them with focus. The room fell silent. In less than a minute, Angelina's reaction was shocking. She covered her mouth with the palm of her right hand and reflexively opened her mouth wide. Her gaze was intense as she found the sentence that concluded, "If the uterus is fine." "Why, Ms. Angelina?" asked Doctor Jhonny, confused. "Sorry, is there something you don't understand about the letter?" he asked again. "So... my uterus has been fine all this time, Doc?" asked Angelina in shock. "Yes, of course. According to the information in the letter," explained Doctor Jhonny. "Is this a sign that I can get pregnant?" "Yes, of course you can. Maybe it's just a matter of time. Try asking your husband to have intercourse during the fertile period," said the doctor. "But..." Angelina suddenly hesitated. "But what, Mrs. Angelina?" "It's okay, Doctor Jhonny. Thank you very much; please excuse me." Angelina rose from her seat, shook hands with Doctor Jhonny, and smiled sincerely in farewell. *** After leaving the hospital, Angelina ordered a taxi. She wanted to go somewhere that might change her appearance a little so that Axton would be interested in her again. Throughout the ride, she cried tears of joy while stroking her flat stomach. She was going to prove to the Almero family that her uterus was fine. "Tonight I have a date with Axton. I have to look beautiful, smell good, and be charming. Hopefully Axton can love me again," Angelina said silently. Angelina would make sure that after she became pregnant, Moreen's position was in danger of being discarded by the Almero family. She could not lose to a woman who dared to snatch her husband. However, there was a big doubt in her heart. If Angelina told Axton about the lab results from Dr. Jhonny, would he believe her? That it turned out that the condition of her uterus was fine. *** The clock struck eight in the evening. It had been about five hours since Angelina entered the beauty salon. The feeling of boredom is definitely there, considering she doesn't really like self-care. However, Angelina was completely satisfied with the results. Her hair, which was messy, is now straight and shiny. Her face also looks bright and radiant. "Great results," Angelina said, looking at herself in the mirror. "Hey, arrogant Mr. Axton. Look at your already beautiful wife, can you resist my charms?" Angelina monologued to herself. The ringing of the cell phone startled the owner. Angelina immediately pulled her cell phone out of her bag. "Axton" was on the screen. She smiled happily and then answered the phone call from her husband. "Where are you, Angelina?" Without further ado, Axton immediately asked in a baritone voice. "I'm still outside, darling," Angelina smiled, embarrassed. "Hurry home!" Axton ordered. "Why, did you miss me?" Angelina teased. "I don't like jokes!" insisted Axton. "I have a surprise for you, darling. Wait for me to get home." Angelina switched off the phone unilaterally. Her heart was beating furiously as she couldn't wait to show her husband the lab results. *** "Do you know where Moreen went?" Axton's first question made Angelina frown. She couldn't understand why Axton was asking her about Moreen's whereabouts. What made Angelina even more jealous was that Axton's face looked very worried about Moreen's condition. In fact, Angelina had just come home and set foot in the living room. "Moreen's cell phone has been off all day. He left the house because he had a fight with you this morning!" Axton accused. "You always blame me!" Angelina replied angrily. "You're clearly at fault, Angelina! Moreen must be offended by your attitude!" "It's none of my business! She's already taken my husband, I won't stay silent!" "You!" Axton raised his right hand, about to hit Angelina on the cheek. However, he immediately stopped himself. "Why don't you hit me? Come on, hit me!" Instead of reducing Axton's anger, Angelina challenged the man. Axton slowly lowered his hand. His logic really hates Angelina. But somehow his heart was against it all. "If you have no business, let me rest!" he said as he walked away from Axton. Angelina's long legs stepped quickly up the stairs, feeling very disappointed with Axton's welcome. Despite her efforts to look beautiful, it was Moreen who was asked for. She mistakenly thought that a day's treatment at the beauty salon did not change Axton's hatred for her. The original intention to surprise him with the lab results eventually failed. Angelina couldn't possibly interfere when the handsome man was emotionally unstable. Now, Angelina was in the room, lying on her side on the mattress while hugging the bolster pillow. She was silent, with a blank stare ahead. She imagined a moment that should have been beautiful, but had now passed. She should have embraced Axton's burly body tonight. Making love to her husband was something Angelina had longed for. The sound of the door opening roughly made Angelina turn her head. Axton was seen walking quickly while reaching for the car keys on the nightstand. "Where are you going?" asked Angelina, who was now slowly sitting on the bed. "Picking up Moreen!" replied Axton, looking panicked. "Why don't you let her go home by herself, Axton? How spoiled is that woman!" grumbled Angelina. "Moreen has been kidnapped! And I must free him immediately!" said Axton as he ran out of the room, not noticing the look on Angelina's face.Hana rose from her seat the moment Hans stood and reached for his jacket.“Hans, where are you going?” she asked, her voice trembling as she looked at the young man in worry.“To the place where I can find that bastard!”Hans’s right hand clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. His jaw locked. His eyes burned with rage.He couldn’t wait any longer. Barron Cross had crossed the line—laying a hand on Angelina was the same as begging him to come and finish him.“Hans, you mustn’t act recklessly!” Hana cried, stepping closer.She knew all too well how dangerous the enemy they were facing was.“That man… the one we’re dealing with isn’t a good person. He’s a wicked creature beyond the devil. If you go without a plan, you might not come back.”Hans paused for a moment, turning toward the older woman. His gaze was sharp, yet filled with fear.“Hana, don’t stop me anymore. Angelina’s life is more precious than anything.”His voice cracked. There were wounds, anxieties that had been pil
For the entire day, not a single bite of food entered his stomach. The hunger seemed to vanish, replaced by a tension that tightened his chest and a panic that strangled his thoughts.Several times the servants came to offer dinner, but Hans only shook his head without looking at them. His appetite had disappeared, just like his peace of mind.How could he be calm when Angelina’s whereabouts were still unknown?For the past hour, he had only sat in front of his laptop, opening dozens of news tabs and internal reports, hoping that even a single new piece of information would appear. But the screen remained empty of answers.“Good evening, Young Master Hans.”The voice appeared suddenly, making Hans turn his chair toward the door.“Paul? What are you doing here?” he asked flatly, his gaze sharp and cold.“Young Master—”Before the sentence could be finished, Hans cut him off immediately. “If you’re not bringing information about Angelina, you’d better get out of my house.”His tone was
Axton stormed out of his office, his steps hurried and tense. His face was tight, his eyes sweeping through the corridor as if searching for something—or someone—precious. His breath came fast.“Have you seen my grandmother pass through here?” he demanded sharply at two staff members carrying stacks of documents.They exchanged a quick glance before one of them bowed slightly and answered nervously, “I’m sorry, Mr. Axton, we haven’t seen your grandmother.”Axton exhaled sharply through his nose, his jaw tightening. “Then find her! Make sure every floor is checked!” he barked, his voice echoing down the hall. The employees straightened immediately, knowing that when their boss spoke in that tone, something serious was happening.Without wasting another second, Axton strode toward the security post. “You,” he said, pointing at one of the guards. “Use the CCTV. Find Grandma Hana. I want every corner of this building checked.”“Yes, sir!” the guard replied quickly.Axton stood before the
Hans could no longer wait. His body was still weak—he had been put on an IV again, but it lasted only a few minutes before he tore it out completely. The pain in his heart was far worse than the wounds on his body. With a determined expression, Hans rose from the hospital bed, ignoring the doctor’s voice calling after him.“Master Hans! Your wounds haven’t healed yet, please get back to bed!” the doctor cried out in panic.But Hans only glanced at him briefly. “I don’t have time for that. I have to find Angelina.”His five personal bodyguards, who had been waiting outside, immediately approached the moment they saw Hans leaving the room. “We’re going to Almero’s office,” Hans ordered swiftly. “Search every room there. I’m sure there’s something that can lead us to a clue.”Without wasting another second, they sped toward the Almero building. The road felt endlessly long for Hans, while his thoughts kept racing through the worst possibilities. Every passing second without any news from
That morning, the atmosphere in the Almero family dining room appeared warm, yet beneath that warmth lingered a subtle air of rivalry. Everyone had gathered, enjoying breakfast together. Moreen busied herself moving back and forth, serving food and pouring warm unsweetened tea into Hana’s cup. Her smile was sweet, but her gaze was full of calculation.“Please, Grandma,” Moreen said softly, offering a neatly arranged plate of bread and fruit.Hana gave a faint smile—neither refusing nor showing enthusiasm. She merely looked at her granddaughter-in-law with an unreadable expression.Across the table, Evelyn watched the scene with sharp eyes. She raised her brow, holding back the urge to comment on Moreen’s behavior, which she found revolting. That woman thinks Grandma will like her? Of course not! Evelyn sneered inwardly. I’ll be the one to expose your true colors, Moreen.Meanwhile, Axton remained silent, eating the breakfast prepared by his wife without saying much. He appeared calm,
Hans sat on the edge of the hospital bed, staring blankly at the door. The clock’s hands pointed to ten at night, yet there was still no sign of Angelina. Every passing second felt slow and suffocating. He had tried to calm himself, but the longer he waited, the more restless he became.With trembling hands, Hans grabbed his phone and pressed Paul’s contact. A moment later, the man’s deep voice came through the receiver.“Hello, good evening, Young Master Hans. Paul speaking,” he said casually.“Paul, deploy all your men to search for Angelina’s whereabouts!” Hans ordered, his tone firm yet quivering with panic.Paul paused for a second, then chuckled lightly. “Looking for Miss Angelina? Where did she go, Young Master? Did you two have a fight?” he teased, thinking it was just a trivial matter.“Paul! I’m serious! Angelina’s been missing since this afternoon. Her phone’s off, and she’s not in her apartment!” Hans’s voice rose sharply, loud enough for a few nurses outside the room to g







