"In a relationship, you should complement each other. If one is passive, the other should be active." He says before getting out of the car with an annoyed expression, followed by Phoebe.
Jonas, who was waiting for Abigail to exit, seems to muster the courage to ask. "Abby, is something wrong?" Jonas looks at Abigail, puzzled. Abigail looks back at him with a warm smile.
"According to you?" Abigail asks back. "Okay, I feel like there's no need to be too formal." Abigail continues casually. Seeing Jonas's indifferent expression, it seems he doesn't mind either. "I know we can't be considered close, but I'll need your help in the future. Considering you seem to be able to assess situations quickly, like just now. Will you help me?" Abigail looks at him hopefully.
The idea actually came out spontaneously, and Abigail wasn't expecting a hundred percent 'yes' from Jonas. After all, they just met, and they're not too 'close' t
Flavia was copying the records into the computer when Abigail entered with her beaming smile. Earlier, after lunch, Abigail had returned the favor by driving Gladwin, Phoebe, and Jonas to the hospital, citing responsibility as the reason. However, Eijaz had generously invited the three guests to return to the hospital with him."Why are you back? I thought you were heading home," Flavia asked, and Abigail responded with a shrug before sitting on the long sofa across from Flavia. "Don't you have other work?""None. I'm free. Just finished reloading my ammo," Abigail replied casually, choosing to focus on the CCTV."Gilbert?" Flavia asked again. The mention of 'ammo' indirectly reminded her of their previous conversation about Gilbert, who was a photographer working with Abigail.Abigail paused for a moment before turning to look at Flavia with a puzzled expression. "Why bring up Gilbert?""You mentioned reloading ammo. Automatically, my mind goes back to Gilbert," Flavia answered nonch
"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
Gladwin stood frozen. Suddenly, Phoebe and her mother were standing in front of his room with a little girl who looked to be around four or five years old, just as Gladwin had returned from the Emergency Room."Darling, this is Uncle Gladwin," Gladwin heard the voice of Phoebe's mother, Penelope Madsen. The pretty little girl with curly black hair standing beside her extended her hand, politely introducing herself to Gladwin."Sorry, Gladwin. My mom came here for Gisel's immunization, and she kept asking about you. She said she wanted to greet you out of courtesy, even though I've forbidden her and told her I would ask the staff if I didn't bring her here," Phoebe said with a guilty expression that Gladwin knew was just an act."How are you, Mrs. Madsen?" Gladwin politely greeted the woman, who was of the same age as his own mother."Don't be so formal, just call me Penny. Phoebe's friends usually call me that," the woman said with a coaxing tone.Gladwin frowned inwardly. Back when h
"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
Tamagoyaki—Rolled omelet. Beef teriyaki. Miso soup. Flavia is preparing ingredients and seasonings to make the three dishes her mother desires. Simultaneously, Abigail enters with an order note in her hand. They cook dishes with most of the main ingredients already available, so it doesn't take long for them to finish and serve. Abigail places some of the cooked food on a tray and takes it out of the kitchen. Shortly afterward, she returns and places more food on the tray. This time, Flavia follows her with a tray containing food in her hands. She pauses when she sees the figure at the table with her family. Flavia swallows, trying to steady her heartbeat before continuing her steps. "Mom's order!" Flavia hears her stepmother clap her hands and cheer as Flavia places the steaming dishes in front of her. "Finish it, Ma. Don't leave anything." Flavia instructs politely. Without being asked, her mother eagerly nods and starts reaching for the spoon. Claire sips her soup and happily
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
Abigail POV Hi, I'm Abigail. Full name is Abigail Hampton. I'm a friend and also a cousin of Flavia and the niece of the man she loves, Gladwin Hampton. I'm not the busiest person in the world, and I'm not the most laid-back either. But one thing's for sure, I'm someone who likes to bother myself with other people's lives, especially when it comes to their love affairs. Ten years ago, I played a role in the love story of Flavia's dad and my aunt. And now, I want to play a role again. Not just want, but I have to take part in the love story of my best friend and also my uncle. Even though I'm still figuring out how to make my intentions work. I just got back from a photo shoot. Honestly, even though I'm a model and get paid quite fantastically, I still don't have my own house. Unlike Flavia, who already has her dream home, I prefer to wait for my future husband to provide me with one. Considering I haven't p
"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,