"Master Blair, how are you feeling now? Do you still experience any chest pains?" Dr. Sandman inquired.Blair put his hand on his chest, shook his head slightly. "Yes, but it's not as intense as before."Dr. Sandman nodded, expressing concern. "Master Blair, you are currently abroad. When do you plan to return to our country? I want to perform a detailed medical examination on you.""I estimate it will be some time before I return," replied Blair.Mable was currently in Italee. Blair would not return until her memory had fully recovered. He wanted to be around her closer."Dr. Sandman, do you know when I was poisoned?"Dr. Sandman replied, "I speculate it happened during your coma."Blair pondered momentarily, a hint of darkness flashing in his eyes. When Mable went missing, he had been in a coma for over two months. During that time, there had been ample opportunity for someone to poison him.However, who could it be?He was confident Tracey and Solomon would not poison him.
The Muller Manor had surveillance cameras installed in many places, including the children's playroom where Lemon often spent time. When Mable was not at home, she would check the surveillance to see how Lemon was doing.Mable looked at the suddenly rotating surveillance camera, feeling somewhat strange. Why was the camera moving on its own? Mable was about to check the camera when someone opened the children's room door.Jeremiah walked in from outside, carrying a box of pastries.Mable looked at him and smiled. "Hey, you're back.""Yeah. There wasn't much to do at the company this afternoon, so I returned early," Jeremiah replied.Jeremiah glanced at Lemon, sleeping on the sofa, and handed the box to Mable. "I passed by that coffee shop you like, and their cheesecakes just came out at this time, so I bought some.""Thank you, brother." Mable opened the box, revealing six exquisite cheesecakes that were quite appetizing.Jeremiah sat down on the sofa, gently stroking Lemon's
When Mable heard this, her heart tightened. She quickly said, "Jeremiah, you can't!"Jeremiah furrowed his brow and squinted when he saw Mable becoming nervous. "Astrid, have you forgotten how he hurt you in the past? Do you want to reconcile with him?""No," Mable replied.Mable looked at her brother earnestly. "I haven't forgotten the pain he caused me in the past, and I've never thought about reconciling with him. It's just that, no matter what, Blair is Spike and Little Lemon’s biological father. If you kill him, how will I face our two children in the future?"Mable pursed her lips and spoke with a heavy tone. "Especially Spike. He has a deep connection to Blair."Jeremiah frowned. His gaze shifted to Lemon, sleeping soundly on the couch. What Mable said made sense; they could not ignore the feelings of the two children."Astrid, look into your brother's eyes and tell me honestly. Are you just hesitating to act against Blair because of our children, or do you still have feel
In a few days, Blair called Mable and asked her out for dinner. She had agreed to have a meal with him when he came to pick up Spike from her home. Today, Mable had another motive — she wanted to discuss their divorce.The restaurant was Blair's choice. Mable, who had a meeting at her company in the morning, drove to the restaurant in the afternoon. It was a restaurant not far from her workplace.When Mable got out of the car, Spike saw and waved at her. Her eyes lit up. She did not expect Blair to bring Spike along."Apologies for keeping you waiting," Mable said, walking over and ruffling Spike's hair.Blair stood up to pull out a chair for Mable and spoke in a gentle tone, "It's fine. We arrived early."Blair was dressed in a black suit today, and his silver hair appeared striking under the restaurant's lights. Spike held Mable's hand and asked, "Mommy, how's your foot?""It's almost healed," Mable replied.Blair fixed his gaze on Mable. He had anticipated that her foot inj
Mable sipped her soup and spoke casually, "I look exactly like my mother."Blair raised an eyebrow, now understanding.Mable could not enjoy the food; she just wanted it to end. Spike seemed to sense that Mable wanted to talk to Blair alone, so after finishing his meal, he said, "Mom, Dad, take your time eating. I'm going to the mall to buy a gift for Nicki. I'll be back later."Mable was concerned. "Are you going alone?"Spike replied, "Mommy, don't worry. I'll ask Uncle Amos to accompany me."Blair nodded. "Alright, go ahead and buy the gift. Come back soon."Once Spike left, Mable dropped her forced smile. Her expression returned to its usual cold demeanor. Blair tried to serve her more food, saying, "Eat a little more; you've become so thin."Mable put down her utensils, "I'm full." She looked at Blair and asked, "Blair, have you considered the divorce?"Blair lifted his teacup and sipped before responding, "No, I haven't considered it, and I won't."He had worked hard to
Mable's words were like sharp daggers, piercing Blair's heart with every syllable. He stared at Mable, feeling an unbearable pain, almost unable to breathe.She hated him, and wished she could kill him. However, she was also the love of his life, someone he was willing to give his life for.Blair gazed at Mable momentarily. Then, he spoke, his voice heavy with emotion. "Mabes, I admit I've caused you pain and suffering. I won't deny that. But those hurts and misunderstandings between us were the result of mistrust and miscommunication. We cleared up all the past misunderstandings and opened our hearts to each other. After that, we were genuinely happy together."If it were not for her life hanging by a thread due to poisoning, they might have continued their happiness."Blair, do you really think I'll believe your words?" Mable's lips curved into a cold, mocking smile, showing she did not believe his words.After a pause, Mable suddenly realized something and looked at Blair with
"Bang! Bang! bang!"Three shots rang out, hitting the spot where Mable had just stood. The people nearby, upon hearing the gunfire, screamed in terror and scattered in all directions.The situation escalated quickly, with gunfire echoing in the air. "Stay still, Mable," Blair ordered, his hand pressing firmly against the back of her head while his other hand held her waist, keeping her securely within his embrace. Their cheeks were pressed against each other, and she could feel his strong heartbeat. At this moment, the familiar scent of his presence brought her comfort.As the gunshots continued, panic ensued. However, it did not last long. Blair's security detail swiftly moved in, overpowering the lone gunman."Mr. Fowler, are you okay?" One of his security personnel asked.Blair reassured them, "I'm fine."The man appeared suddenly out of nowhere. Mable was almost hit, but Blair pulled her into his arms just in time, shielding her from harm.Mable raised her head. Her gaze f
Mable looked at Blair, feeling a complex emotion inside her. She hated him, but he was the first to appear every time danger struck and rescue her from peril. The concern in his eyes and the urgency in his voice were genuine. What did it all mean? If he did not love her, why would he act this way?Mable felt like her heart was a spilled bottle of mixed emotions for a moment, leaving her uneasy. She moved her lips and, after a pause, asked, "Are you okay?" When they went together earlier, a bullet had nearly hit them.Blair discreetly lowered his right hand. His face showed nothing but concern. "I'm fine," he reassured her.With that, Blair instructed one of his bodyguards to call Amos and have him bring Spike back to the hotel. After hanging up the phone, he looked at Mable and said, "Mabes, you should go back. I'll handle this."Mable nodded hesitantly. "Okay."Mable wanted to thank him, but Blair turned and got into his car before she could. The driver looked at Mable and sa