"If that's the case, when does he plan to stay single? Will he wait until he's forty? Your child is almost three. How come he doesn't have one yet? It's fine if he has a child right after marriage, but what if he doesn't? What if he ends up like your elder brother, having a child after five years of marriage? I might be called by God earlier." Julie Hampton responded, still annoyed."Don't talk like that. Mom herself told me that fate is already arranged. Why is Mom being pessimistic now? Gladwin might be waiting for the right time to introduce his girlfriend to us.""Yeah, if there's one. What if there isn't?" Her mother continued to frown. "Yesterday, I tried to set him up with one of my friend's daughters, but his reaction was flat.""Who did you try to match Gladwin with?" Claire asked, but Flavia secretly listened."Phoebe. I tried to match him with Phoebe."Julie's words made the two women of different generations in front of her fall silent. "Isn't Phoebe a widow? And she alrea

"Dok?" Jonas looked at Dr. Gladwin. The man twelve years his senior looked at him and shook his head. "Thought so. If yes, I could help the doctor call Dr. Phoebe again.""Don't be silly. Well, order food online then. I'll treat you. Consider it my thank you." He handed his phone to Jonas. "Pay using the balance."Later that evening when Gladwin was about to leave, he saw his sister in the hospital area, guided by her husband. Gladwin approached and greeted them."What are you doing here?" Gladwin asked, curious.Instead of answering, Claire turned the question back. "Gladwin, are you going home?""Yes. What about you? Is it starting to feel?" Gladwin asked, glancing at his sister's belly."Yes, I had false contractions earlier. Antony was being excessive, insisting we come here even though I told him it was just a false alarm. Come on, I've given birth twice, I know when my baby will really come out." Claire looked at her husband annoyed. Antony just smiled awkwardly."I'm just being

Flavia turns around and stands side by side with her friend in the same position. "Yes, doctors are only human. And Grandma is also human. But she's a mother who loves her son so much. She does love me as her granddaughter, but she may not accept me as a daughter-in-law." Flavia smiles at her friend again. "Do you forget what happened ten years ago?" Flavia reminds her friend of the memory when they overheard a conversation between Grandma and her mother. Flashback "I don't mind you being close to Flavia. Because she's a good girl. But think again, Claire. How can you decide to be involved with a widower who is fifteen years older than you?" The loud voice echoed loudly to the front door where Flavia and Abigail, who had just intended to greet, suddenly fell silent. The two girls in blue and white uniforms looked at each other and chose to listen in silence. "What's wrong with Antony, Ma? He's a good man, stable. Handsome too." Gladwin's voice was heard defending his sister's choic

"Sorry, Doctor. I already have plans," I hear my uncle's voice, formal and seemingly cold. Even my hair stands on end listening to it. I shudder myself; it feels like a horror movie hearing my usually friendly and sweet uncle suddenly act like this.   "Plans? Lunch plans? With whom?" The voice sounds... What should I call it? Defensive? Possessive? Ah, maybe possessive.   'Come on, Doc. Isn't she perceptive enough? It's clear that Uncle is declining.'   "I have plans with Abigail." Oh, my uncle is being honest. I silently applaud him.   "Don't joke. The last time you said you had plans with Abigail, you ended up going out alone with your assistant here." There's a hint of disdain in her voice. Or is it a snort? Eww, it turns out that the elegant Doctor Phoebe, according to Mrs. Lipstick, can also be less refined.   "I thought you weren't the type of person who likes to eavesdrop,

I just looked at him silently. Could he deduce my feelings after everything I've said?   "Do you forget what you said to her before?" Freddie looked at me sharply. I furrowed my brow, trying to remember and guess Freddie's question. "I hope you remember the last birthday party of Ignazio we attended before you decided to go to Germany." He reminded, and I furrowed my brow even deeper. It happened almost six years ago.   "Abigail asked us. Me, you, and a guy who claimed to be 28 at that time. About our opinion on having relationships with girls his age. And you clearly said NO."   I remembered my words back then.   "The answer is clear. It feels like marrying your own niece. I prefer girls who are not much younger. At least, their mindset won't be too conflicting. A decade of difference has a lot of impact. From personality, hobbies, and learning styles, they will surely be different.