Days passed, and so far, no one outside Antony's household, including Abigail, Gladwin, and Eijaz, was aware of what had happened to Flavia. They took turns checking on her.Gladwin sat in a chair beside Flavia's bed, his entire body wrapped in sterile clothing. It had been six hours since the girl came out of surgery. According to standard operating procedures (SOP), if Flavia didn't regain consciousness within two days, she would be categorized as being in a coma.Gladwin held Flavia's right hand. The girl's index finger was attached to a Pulse Oximeter, while an IV was set up on her left hand. A tube delivered oxygen to her nose, and electrodes were attached to her chest. Her normally rosy skin now appeared pale, and even her lips were starting to dry. Dark circles were forming under her eyes. Flavia had used up two blood bags after her operation, yet she still hadn't opened her eyes."Love, can you hear me?" Gladwin stroked Flavia's temple and occasionally kissed the back of her h
It's burdensome for Gladwin to leave Flavia at the hospital even though he knows she's not alone. You might say Gladwin is dramatic, but that's the reality. If only he didn't have the responsibilities of being a doctor and the need to continue living as a human being, he would want to forget all his duties, ignore everyone who needs him, and choose to keep accompanying Flavia.But he took the doctor's oath. He must not ignore those who need his help. Patients can choose their doctors, but doctors can't choose their patients. It's not that he doesn't trust the medical staff or Abigail. But yes, as Jonas said, Gladwin has become infatuated. Because the fact is, Gladwin is now in a position of falling head over heels for Flavia's charm. Despite Flavia doing nothing but sleeping day and night. But because of that, Gladwin is afraid of missing the moment when Flavia wakes up. What he wants is to be the first person Flavia sees when she opens her eyes. To be the first person Flavia touches
Julie Hampton stared at her son with a reddening face. The elderly woman seemed about to scold Gladwin but restrained herself due to embarrassment in front of her guests."At least appreciate Phoebe's effort because she took the trouble to cook for us," said his brother-in-law, who was also Abigail's father, in a firm tone."I never asked her to trouble herself by cooking for me," he replied, looking at his brother with a cold gaze. He then turned to Phoebe, half of his body turning towards her. "Or did you do all this because you need praise from me?" he asked, one eyebrow raised. The girl's eyes widened, her face turning red, either from embarrassment or anger at Gladwin's rude attitude.Gladwin flipped his plate, spooning Phoebe's cooking onto it bit by bit. He ate quickly, finishing it in less than two minutes. "Done. Still, Flavia's cooking tastes better.""Gladwin!" his mother scolded."Yes, Ma?" Gladwin looked at his mother with a sweet smile on his face."Behave politely.""I
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
Flavia POVWhose voice is that? Why are you all whispering like that? I can't hear it. Can you come closer? Whoever it is?"When did you wake up? Don't you miss me?"Ah, that's Uncle's voice. Uncle, I can hear you. I miss you too.Is that your hand touching my cheek? I want to open my eyes too, but for some reason, it feels so hard."I'll go now, I'll be back later."Don't go. I don't want to be alone. Why are you leaving me?"Via, the new menu at our restaurant has been launched. The response from the customers is very good, and even today's sales are very high."Abby. That's Abigail's voice, right? Abby, I want to wake up. But I can't. Abby, please. Help me..."Ignazio keeps asking me to cook our new menu. That chubby kid. Seems like he's never full. I'm already kind enough to cook that food for him, and he says your cooking is better than mine. Come on, wake up, Via. Aunty Ada has given birth. It's a boy. Falisha is happy because she remains the prettiest child of Uncle Altezza."F
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
"Phoebe." The name slipped out of Gladwin's mouth."What about that woman?" Abigail now turned to her uncle."Eijaz said that after Flavia had her examination, she met with Phoebe. After that, Flavia, who was supposed to go with Eijaz, suddenly asked to be taken home. I'm sure Phoebe said something to Flavia." Gladwin rose from his seat. Determination and anger glinted in his eyes."Where are you going, Uncle?" Abigail asked again."I'm going to see Phoebe. I need to ask her directly about what she said to Flavia.""Gladwin," Claire intervened. "I know you're angry right now. But it won't serve any purpose."Gladwin turned to his sister. "What do you mean?" His voice was edged with frustration."Confronting Phoebe won't help. Whether she said something to Flavia or not, if she knows about Flavia's condition, she'll feel victorious.""This isn't a game, Claire. There's no winning or losing here," Gladwin replied, a hint of bitterness in his tone. What his sister was saying didn't make
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