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,
I knocked on the white square package in my hand before taking out the filtered object and placing it in my mouth. "I thought Dr. Gladwin doesn't smoke." The mocking voice beside me made me turn. Freddie looked at me with his questioning gaze. I'm not an active smoker, but occasionally, I smoke when stressed or when gathering with friends where cigarettes serve as one of our bonding tools. You know, a cigarette and the conversations of men. And right now, stress is my reason for smoking. "How's Robby doing?" I asked casually. "He's fine. How about the foundation? Enjoyable, working with the kids?" he replied. I nodded. Yes, replacing Freddie to check on the kids at the foundation back then made me grateful for the blessings I have now. A complete family, the love of my family, a successful and well-paying career. It's vastly different from their situations. But forget a
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.
Antony's house was bustling that evening. Claire had returned from the hospital, carrying a baby boy in her arms. Ignazio's new playmate. That's what her younger brother said when he found out that their mother had given birth to a baby boy for them. Claire's family, consisting of Abigail, her older sister, and all their children, gathered. Antony's parents, who intentionally came from Manhattan, along with Altezza and Adaline, who chose to reside in Kansas, arrived with the twins Falisha and Geremia. They ended up causing a disturbance in Ignazio's room, who, in fact, didn't like his territory being disturbed. Gladwin? Of course, Claire's twin came. Surprisingly, he came with Phoebe, Penelope, and Julie. "Are you okay?" A soft voice in his head made him look up. The handsome Altezza with his characteristic stubble bowed to Flavia and looked at her anxiously. Flavia smiled and nodded. "Is she Gladwin's future wife?
"Uncle? Why are you here?" she asked, surprised. "I thought your habit of feeling sick after smelling perfume was gone. You seemed fine yesterday when you shared a car with Phoebe." Gladwin said again. Flavia just smiled and walked away from Gladwin towards the kitchen. "I'm just not feeling well, Uncle. It's not the perfume's fault," she gracefully deflected. She did feel unwell due to lack of sleep, not because of excessive work. It was a result of constantly thinking about her conversation with Abigail earlier, combined with the tension of waiting for her mother's delivery. Gladwin stood in front of her and placed the back of his hand on Flavia's forehead. Flavia widened her eyes, surprised by her uncle's impulsive gesture. "Uncle?" She looked up at him. "You're a bit warm," he said casually. "What do you feel? Headache? Nausea?" Flavia tried to gently push away her uncle's hand. &
Dear Diary,A myriad of gratitude cannot adequately express what I feel right now.My happiness feels so complete.I have regained love.Love from my mother-in-law that was momentarily lost.Something I thought I would never have, I can now obtain.So a thousand words of gratitude are not enough to express the fullness of the happiness that now fills my heart.Dear Diary,Allow us to live our future years with happiness.I know our journey is still long.He and I have other responsibilities that we will be accountable for in His presence.But I hope we can get through it all without any more drama. Without any more suffering.Dear Diary,If I may ask,Now I ask for happiness for him. My dearest friend who loves me so much.I hope God hears my prayer and gives him all the love he needs.Give him someone who can make him happy like You gave me a lover whom I love so much and who loves me.And I hope, in the future, he will have his own "Ayla." Like You gave me mine.Dear Diary,Thank yo
Gladwin, Abigail, Jonas, and the man named Hendrick, along with one more person who introduced himself as Ramon, now stand in the hallway of the hospital, which is starting to empty."As I promised earlier, I didn't cease my surveillance of that doctor until I felt it was sufficient. And earlier, I reported his crimes to the police. They acted promptly, arresting his father caught red-handed selling stolen cars. And the additional charge against him was human trafficking. The evidence is being processed, isn't it, Ramon?" Hendrick got straight to the point. The man named Ramon nodded."We also kept watch on the abortion clinic Hendrick informed us about. After several days of surveillance, the woman named Phoebe indeed didn't show up. But the clinic was still operating under the orders of one of its associates. And we also caught them red-handed when the victim and the perpetrator were conducting a transaction. Meanwhile, the woman named Phoebe vanished." Roni added."And she was just
Three hours later.Josef had been well taken care of. His broken bones turned out not to be too severe, and the surgery had already been performed. The doctor had applied a cast to his leg, and now he was still sleeping under the effects of anesthesia.Meanwhile, Flavia, Abigail's friend, was now in the delivery room with Gladwin. Abigail sat alone in the waiting room because Jonas had other matters to attend to in the hospital, but he promised to return and accompany her once he was done.Abigail was now sitting alone in the waiting room. She was sure that her employees were currently trying to reach her to inform her about the latest condition of the perpetrator, whom Abigail herself wanted to know who they were and why the accident happened. But suddenly she remembered one name.Abigail reached for her uncle's phone and darn, the phone was in locked mode, and she didn't know the pattern. Did she really have to wait until the childbirth process was over to unlock her uncle's phone?
"Oh my God." Abigail was now panicking too. She looked at the people who were now divided into two groups. The first group was those helping the old man. And the second group was a few meters away from them, which Abigail believed were trying to trap the person who tried to hit Flavia."Help!" Abigail screamed.A car was parked not far from them. Some people were seen carrying the old man's body into the car. And after closing it, they then turned and noticed Abigail and Flavia. Quickly, they helped Flavia. Carrying her and putting her in the front of the car where the old man victim was earlier.Abigail then ran into her car, following the car carrying Flavia and the victim from earlier. She didn't care about the fate of the perpetrator. She entrusted everything to her employees. And then she remembered Gladwin. No, she had to contact Gladwin later when it was clear which hospital Flavia was taken to.Fortunately, they took Flavia and the victim to the hospital where Gladwin worked.
The roar of children's laughter and shouts was so loud it echoed into the outer area outside the orphanage's fence. A woman with dark glasses could be seen gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white. She gazed at the figures she recognized there, laughing happily. As for herself? She was shattered. Finished. She had nothing left in life to boast about anymore.Yes. She was Phoebe.A month had passed since that night. The night when she and her mother left Gladwin's house with all the evidence in hand.Satisfied? Yes, initially she was satisfied and thought all the evidence was gone when she destroyed it by burning. Even then, she immediately contacted her associate at the clinic to shut down the clinic where they had been accumulating their wealth because she was afraid Gladwin would take drastic action and report her to the police.Of course, the man wouldn't just sit still, would he? He would certainly seek revenge on her, especially since she had been ruining
Julie lifted her head, wiping the tears from her face and sniffing loudly before nodding like a child asking for something from their parent."I promise, I swear I won't demand anything from Flavia anymore. It's enough for me if she comes back to you. It's enough for me if she forgives me. I promise not to pressure her to give me grandchildren.""I should have realized that offspring is a gift given by God to us, not solely because of our desires. I was foolish and selfish. I was wrong."Gladwin hugged her mother who still sobbed. "There, there, Ma. Don't cry anymore. If you keep crying, your wrinkles will look even more and your face will look uglier." Gladwin teased her mother while patting her back, which made her mother gently hit her back in response. "I promise I will bring Flavia back. I will make Flavia my only wife, and I will make sure she becomes the most beloved daughter-in-law by her mother-in-law," she said. Julie Hampton just nodded in Gladwin's embrace.The next mornin
Abigail and Gladwin are focused on Julie's condition. The anxiety about something happening to the middle-aged woman causes them to forget and overlook the presence of Phoebe and Penelope. So, without them realizing it, the two women leave with the evidence that Gladwin had given earlier.Gladwin carries her mother to the car and quickly takes her to the nearest hospital. In less than ten minutes, Julie receives first aid. The results of the EKG (Electrocardiogram) show less than optimal results. However, she is not declared to have had a heart attack.Julie Hampton now lies weakly with an oxygen tube under her nose. Her face is pale, and her body is sweating coldly. Even her body temperature is low due to her sudden drop in blood pressure.Gladwin observes the devices attached to her mother's left and right sides. Watching the graphs and numbers appear on the screen. And she is thankful; her mother is still within what is considered non-alarming limits.Abigail, waiting outside the V
"I'm not unwilling to reveal everything; I'm just worried that if I do, you might have a heart attack. But if Grandma is sure she can handle it all, I'll lay it all out," she replied casually."Julie, I think we should just go home. I can't bear to see my daughter being slandered by others," Penelope said, now pulling Phoebe's arm."Aunt Phoebe clearly had a husband even when she married her first husband. That's the first point," Abigail didn't want to give up just yet. "Even then, she was pregnant with Gisel, who turns out not to be her first husband's child. Nor is he Deryl's child, the man who is still her husband." She continued. Penelope and Phoebe looked at Abigail with wide-eyed shock."Gisel is the result of Aunt Phoebe's affair with her own father-in-law. Isn't that right, Aunt?" Abigail asked with a sardonic smile. "The second fact, Grandma. All this time, Aunt Phoebe has been prostituting herself under her father's control." Julie Madsen gasped, while Phoebe and Penelope r
"Yes, Grandma?" Abigail responded in a flat tone. "What's wrong with what I said? You're the one who said you want grandchildren, but when I discuss it, I'm still blamed. Why, Grandma? Do you only want grandchildren born from Aunt Phoebe? Don't you want grandchildren from Flavia?" Abigail asked in a sharp tone, making Julie have to pinch her under the table. "Ouch, Grandma. That hurts.""You need to watch your mouth. Stop hurting people with your words," Julie muttered angrily. Abigail was equally annoyed; she rubbed her leg which felt hot from her grandmother's pinch."I learn from the expert," Abigail replied, causing her grandmother to raise an eyebrow. "Besides, I'm better off because I only need to watch my mouth. Meanwhile, your chosen daughter-in-law, not only does she need to watch her mouth, but she has to watch everything." She replied irritably."What do you mean?" Penelope and Julie asked simultaneously."Earlier, you told me to watch my mouth, and now you're telling me to