Mable thought to herself, ‘I spared him, so why wouldn’t he spare me?’ Blair was stunned for a while before he asked, “Mable, didn’t you used to love me very much?” Mable looked out the window at the clouds and forced herself to hold back the pain in her heart. “I… don’t love you anymore.” Loving someone who did not love her back was very painful. She feared it and did not want to torture herself this way anymore. Blair clenched his fists and held back his fury. ‘Don’t love me anymore?’ Neither of them spoke for a while. The cabin became quiet. Just when Mable thought Blair would explode, he said gently, “It’s okay if you don’t love me. So be it as long as you stay by my side.” Mable froze. However, she soon smiled teasingly. “Blair, do you have a screw loose?” Blair held her hand and told her, “Mable, I have enough time and patience. I’ll wait for you to fall in love with me again.” Mable was speechless.“Let’s remarry when you fall in love with me again, okay?”

Mable got down from the car and looked coldly at the luxurious mansion in front of her. In the two years she was married to Blair, she had only been to the Fowler Residence several times. Every time she came, she was either criticized by Martha or bullied by the Fowlers’ relatives. Everyone knew she was not favored by Blair and was so weak that even the servants bullied her. Once, Martha punished her for pouring tea that was too hot by making her kneel in the garden for the whole afternoon. She fainted due to heat stroke, but everyone ignored her. In the end, it was Tracey who arrived in time to take her to the hospital. Therefore, Mable did not have good memories of the Fowler Residence. Seeing that she was not moving, the maid urged her, “Why are you still standing there? Aren’t you going in?!” As the maid spoke, she reached out to push Mable’s shoulder. Mable grabbed the maid’s hand and slapped her in the face. The maid was dumbfounded. She held her face as she scr

Blair caressed Mable’s head. “Don’t underestimate my family.” The Fowlers were not easy to deal with. In particular, Luke. Mable pouted and did not say anything. She had heard a thing or two about the Fowlers. It was said that Luke grew up in bad health, so he was not valued despite being the eldest son. On the other hand, his two younger brothers were very smart and were the focus of the family since they were young. Back then, his brothers stirred up a storm fighting to be in charge of the family. Unexpectedly, Luke, who was known to the public as a useless and sickly child, ended up as the head of the family. What was even more surprising was the first thing he did after taking over the family was deal with his brothers… Rahman was the one who told Mable about these secrets. He wanted her to stay away from the Fowlers. After all, Blair was Luke’s son. He was cunning and most likely just as ruthless as his father. … Before Blair and Mable entered the house of the

“This Friday,” Ethan answered. Mable nodded. “Email me a copy of the case. I’ll be the main surgeon for the operation.” Ethan was grateful. “Professor Jefferson, thank you on behalf of the patient.” He had a lot of respect for Mable, his mentor and friend. Since she would be in charge of the surgery, he was relieved. Mable smiled faintly. “There’s no need to thank me. I’ll be collecting a consultation fee, after all.” Once they were done discussing the matter, Ethan treated Mable to a simple meal. Following that, Mable returned to the Royal View Villa. As soon as she entered the house, she saw Blair sitting on the living room sofa. “You’re back.” ‘Didn’t he say he’s going to be working late today?’ Blair looked up and stared gloomily at her delicate features. “Where did you go?” “I went to meet a friend,” Mable casually answered. “A guy?” Mable raised her eyebrow. “Mm.” Blair lifted his hand. “Come here!” Mable was sharp to notice that his mood was not q

“...Okay,” Ethan responded. After getting his reply, Mable’s hands hung powerlessly. She had used up all her strength to utter those words. Ethan was about to go downstairs when the bedroom door was pushed open. Next, Blair walked in with a cold aura. It was raining, and Mable did not have her phone with her. He chased after her as he was worried about her. Afterward, he saw a man carrying her into the car. It was the same man she met in the afternoon. Blair suppressed his urge to punch Ethan. He looked past him and fixed his gaze on Mable lying on the bed. She was drenched, her face was pale, and she was trembling as if she was enduring great pain. “Mable!” Seeing Mable in such a state, Blair cast his anger aside and rushed over. “Mable! Mable!” “Mmph!” Mable twitched as soon as Blair gripped her hand. ‘It hurts so much!’ “Master Blair, you—” Ethan tried to step forward to stop Blair but was pushed away. “Ethan Miller, how dare you touch her?!” Etha