Gladwin knew who Phoebe's husband was. They attended the same university back then. Not a close friend of Gladwin, not even a close friend of Freddie, his friend. Gladwin knew from Freddie that Phoebe married the son of their university's rector while being pregnant out of wedlock a few weeks after Gladwin left America.From Freddie, he also knew that the man, Phoebe's husband, was obsessed with her.Sultan, that was the man's name. Groveling under Phoebe's finger."Lucky I didn't fall in love with her. Like, she and her mom probably looked down on me. What can I do? I'm just the son of a small shop owner. Not comparable to Gladwin, the son of a cement worker. Especially with Sultan, the son of a ruler."A handshake is probably brushed off; if I propose, maybe I'll be hit by a bucket of dung. Every time I see her, her gaze is disgustingly gross." Freddie's voice from across the line made Gladwin want to laugh. This friend of his could be considered absurd.At that time, Freddie was ab

Gladwin and Antony are now in Eijaz's office. They sit facing each other like a doctor and patient. "There's nothing wrong with the results of her operation," Eijaz displayed the latest test results on the flat screen on his desk."And from my observation, Flavia's brain condition is indeed fine." "What's happening to Flavia right now is a side effect of the head trauma. We call it brain trauma."Actually, the reason for amnesia after the accident cannot be determined yet. Plus, the two factors Flavia experienced—head trauma and coma—are not the first time they've occurred."But what we need to further investigate is whether this is temporary or permanent," Eijaz continued. His eyes kept scrutinizing the man in front of him."I personally hope it's temporary. Meaning it's just a side effect of the trauma and shock she endured. Because in some cases of amnesia, patients experience it due to the patient's own mental issues. So the patient's subconscious suppresses them to forget certain

A knock on the door drew my attention again. A beautiful woman, tall with fair skin and soft makeup, entered carrying a basket of fruits. Behind her was a woman the same age as my grandmother, but her appearance was more striking and attention-grabbing. Especially her bright red lips. "Are we interrupting?" The voice sounded friendly. I looked at her, and her gaze didn't seem too friendly towards me. "Oh, Phoebe. No, dear, you're not interrupting at all. Flavia just woke up," my grandmother answered the question. Phoebe? Is she the Phoebe, the one who sees me as her rival? But rival in what? She's clearly beautiful. What does she have to compete with me for? "It's just a little something. Sorry for arriving so late," she said, still with a friendly tone. Her gaze shifted to my right side, and the handsome man just nodded, accepting the gift with a murmured thank you and placing it on the nightstand. Does that woman like the handsome man? So who is he really? I don't even know his

"Julie, know that I truly didn't expect this to happen," Penelope Madsen's complaint could be heard coming from her mouth.   Abigail raised her head and watched the changing numbers above while tapping her foot impatiently.   "Gladwin really has insulted you this time. He even got married without your blessing. Isn't this outrageous? Indirectly, he has insulted you as well."   Finally, the Lady Rouge began to try to ignite her grandmother's anger. Abigail saw a dark aura surrounding her. How could she not, when demons were whispering? The poison was starting to work and filling her grandmother's mind with the unclear chirping coming from the Lady Rouge's mouth.   "He is your last son in the family. And shamelessly, he married secretly. Isn't his action disgraceful? What will people say when they find out about this? A Doctor who can't respect his own mother, choosing to marry without approval and sec

That morning, Abigail arrived carrying a paper bag filled with clothes and breakfast. Until now, since awakening from her coma, Flavia hadn't seen a mirror. So when she saw Abigail bringing facial care products, it made Flavia both surprised and curious about her own face. "What does she look like? What does her face look like? Is she beautiful?" Honestly, she felt embarrassed waking up in Gladwin's embrace. Even though he was her husband, he was still a stranger to Flavia. "I'm sure you must be eager to take a shower. But you can do that later when you're home. For now, just enjoy a clean wipe-down." Abigail said with her sweet smile. Gladwin wasn't in the room; her husband had mentioned that he had a morning work schedule and wouldn't be done until the evening. According to Gladwin, if Doctor Eijaz allowed it, Flavia would also be allowed to go home today. And Doctor Eijaz, the sweet-faced man who had examined Flavia. Seeing two familiar men