The Heartbreak Prescription のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

When Wendy stepped out of the bathroom, Stanley was already gone, likely called away by Jessica's phone call. A bitter smile curved on her lips as she shook her head at the situation.Her phone buzzed, interrupting her thoughts—it was a call from Lilian.Wendy answered quickly. "Wendy, Jessica invited a few friends over today. Why don't you come join us?"Was Lilian really being so kind?Wendy replied with a simple, "Sure, I'll be there soon."Cecelia, hearing the news, rushed over right away. "Wendy, I don't trust Lilian's intentions! Now that George is out of prison, are you sure you want to visit the Crones' residence?"Wendy remained calm, her voice steady. "I just need to confirm something."Still worried, Cecelia insisted on accompanying Wendy to the Crones'.When they arrived, the house was bustling with energy. Jessica's guests had all arrived—Benny and a few other rich heirs from their circle.The moment Benny saw Wendy, his expression soured. "Wendy, what are you doi

George left, and Jessica linked arms with Lilian. "Mom, what do you think Wendy has on George? What kind of leverage does she hold over him?"Lilian smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Jessica, that's not something we need to worry about. All you need to know is that Wendy is no match for you. She'll end up being nothing more than George's plaything."Jessica smirked. In her mind, Wendy—coming from the countryside—was nothing more than a match for someone like George. What right did she have to hold the position of Mrs. Hawk?Jessica praised, "Mom, you're brilliant!"Lilian's eyes shone brightly. "Jessica, your dad hasn't been home for several nights now. Why don't you call him and ask him to come home? He always does what you say."Harry really did treat Jessica like a little princess. When she asked him to do something, he'd never defy her.Jessica nodded. "I'll do it, Mom. I'll call him right now and make sure he comes home."She took out her phone and dialed the

Glinda didn't get the chance to take the photo because Wendy quickly put it back in the box. "Grandma, this is a photo from when I was a child. It's so ugly. I can't let you see it."Glinda smiled and withdrew her hand. "I don't think you could ever be ugly."Freddy added, "I completely agree."Wendy, hearing the warm reassurance from both Glinda and Freddy, lowered her head and took a sip of the chicken soup.Just then, the maid's voice broke the moment. "Mr. Hawk."Wendy looked up and saw Stanley had returned.Glinda smiled brightly. "Stanley, you're back?"Stanley took off his jacket and handed it to the maid before walking into the living room with long strides.Wendy, still holding her bowl, noticed something strange about the soup. It tasted odd, like some kind of herb had been added. "Grandma, did you put something in the chicken soup? It tastes strange."Glinda's eyes sparkled. "Wendy, you noticed? I had them add some herbs to help with fertility."Fertility?Wendy s

Stanley had seen everything from the balcony earlier. He watched as Nathan gave Wendy the limited-edition Chanel bag, only for her to refuse it.Wendy turned to face him. "Did you tell Nathan that I liked bags?"Stanley raised an eyebrow, his sharp features still carrying that confident air. "Don't you? I remember you liking them."Wendy smirked, her red lips curling into a playful line. "I don't like bags. I like more expensive things, like diamond necklaces. Next time, have Nathan get me one of those."Stanley's expression darkened for a moment, the mood turning tense. The conversation quickly came to an end.He cleared his throat and shifted the topic. "What kind of photo did George send you today?"Wendy had initially planned to tell him about the photo and George, but she changed her mind. She responded calmly, "Just a childhood picture he took of me.""Did George—" Stanley seemed like he was about to ask more, but Wendy cut him off. "Mr. Hawk, are you free? If you have t

George sped down the highway in a white van, frequently glancing into the rearview mirror. Wendy lay unconscious in the backseat, her delicate face pale under the dim interior light. His gaze lingered on her figure, tracing every curve with an unsettling intensity. The mere thought of having her at his mercy made his blood boil with excitement. Still, he knew he couldn't act recklessly. He needed to get far away from Hovendale—someplace where no one knew either of them. Once there, she would have no chance to escape. Then, he could do whatever he pleased.The anticipation made him flush with heat. Just as his mind spiraled into darker thoughts, the car in front of him stopped moving, and he slammed on the brakes. "What the hell?" he muttered, squinting through the windshield. Ahead, the cars had come to a complete stop. Drivers were poking their heads out of their windows, trying to make sense of the standstill. "What's going on up there?" someone shouted. "An accident?"