Todos los capítulos de FLOWER OF LOVE: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

A week passed, yet nothing changed in Dixal’s condition. According to the attending doctor, his vital signs were stable and the wound on his head had begun to heal. In two days, the stitches would be removed. But Dixal showed no sign of waking. Her worry grew heavier each day. His mother, exhausted from nights without sleep, took turns watching over him. When she stayed by her son’s bedside, she went home only during the day to rest, returning at night to resume her vigil. But Flora Amor refused to leave. She slept in the hospital room every night, unwilling to go home. She had already asked her mother to fetch Devon so her son could continue attending school. Devon and his grandmother visited only after classes. Dix, on the other hand, stayed for brief moments before rushing back to work. Lemuel came daily as well, though he rarely stayed longer than an hour. Each time he arrived, she noticed the heaviness in his expression—perhaps the weight of stepping in as acting chairman whi

It was almost nine in the morning—the scheduled time for the return meeting with the ten clients who had previously withdrawn their contracts. Inside a rented hotel room in Makati, now converted into a temporary conference room, Dix and Lemuel were already in place. A long meeting table occupied the center, surrounded by twelve chairs. Dix sat at the head, his posture straight despite the tension coiled in his chest. Lemuel took a seat at the front row, stacks of construction catalogues and contract folders neatly arranged in front of him. They had spent hours preparing every possible line, every angle of negotiation. The catalogue Lemuel had commissioned lay ready; the first eight pages showcased Devon’s designs. One by one, the clients arrived, filling the empty chairs around the table. Snacks were ordered and quietly eaten. Only then did the meeting begin. This was Dix’s first time facing clients as the acting CEO of FOL Builders Inc. Nerves tightened his chest, though he kept i

A sharp, echoing laugh burst inside the luxurious Ferrari 458 Italia. The sound was so piercing that the driver instinctively lifted a hand to shield his ear, forcing a stiff smile while keeping his eyes on the road. “At last!” Donald Randall laughed again. Dixal—his most despised rival—was finally out of his way. Even if the old man turned against him, he no longer cared. All that mattered was that the company—and most importantly, the FOL Builders Inc. building—would soon be his. His business would thrive beyond imagination. He would become the wealthiest tycoon in the entire country. Once FOL Builders fell into his hands, the old man would be next—just as Dixal had been. They would all serve as nothing more than test subjects for his newly developed drugs. His triumph was cut short by the vibration of his phone. “Cathy,” flashed across the screen. “Brother, I’ve been calling you nonstop. Why did you only answer now?” his sister snapped from the other line. “What is it

The couple headed straight to Dixal’s office after leaving the conference room. Lemuel veered off in another direction and returned to his own. The moment Flora Amor stepped inside her husband’s office, she immediately searched for the mangoes, the shrimp paste, and the salted pineapple the driver had delivered earlier before they arrived. “Dixal, peel some mangoes for me. Three pieces,” she ordered as she dropped onto the plush sofa. “Later, before lunch,” he replied. “I’ll cook first.” Her ears practically twitched at that. “I want mangoes, Dixal. And plenty of shrimp paste. I watched over you in the hospital for two whole weeks—this is you making it up to me. And don’t forget, you still owe me a lot. It’s already generous of me not to divorce you for what you did. I even stayed by your side while I was mad at you!” Her words fired off in rapid succession. He stared at her in disbelief. “What did I even do? I only said one thing, and you already unloaded a whole speech

"What happened? Why are you here? Is Adele already in the hospital, so you came home first?” Nancy asked in shock when she saw her daughter heading straight to her bedroom. But she was left standing there, mouth agape, when she was completely ignored. Her surprise deepened when Dixal rushed into the house right after. “You’re here too? You’ve woken up already? When did you wake up? Why didn’t either of you tell me?” she fired off one question after another. But he also didn’t respond. He simply bowed in respect to his mother-in-law and walked toward his wife’s room—only to find the door tightly shut. “Amor… let’s talk. Please let me explain,” he pleaded while knocking. “What on earth is happening?” Nancy whispered in utter confusion. No one even acknowledged her. “Amor, please open the door. Let’s talk about this. Amor!” Dixal called again, but there was still no reply from inside. “Ma, do you have a spare key?” he asked his mother-in-law in English. “What? Speak F