“Her ankle will heal within a week. But... about her throat, I suggest you take her to a larger hospital,” the doctor says, flipping through Carol’s medical records. He hands Brianna the prescription—a list of painkillers for her ankle and anti-inflammatories for her throat. Brianna nods, her fingers tightening on the paper, though her eyes flicker back to Carol, who sits silently in the wheelchair, clutching her throat.Carol hasn’t signed a word since earlier, and her hands keep trembling as if she’s holding back discomfort. The doctor clears his throat. “Given her medical history—losing her ability to talk and hear after the accident—I recommend you don’t ignore the throat pain. If it worsens, please see a specialist immediately.”Brianna forces a tight smile. “Thank you, Doctor. We’ll do that.” She walks to the reception desk, quietly paying both the medical bill and the extra fees Nicolas insisted on covering. Brianna knows how to be polite, but she’s not one to owe favors to
They help her out carefully, Alex carrying her again to avoid putting pressure on her ankle. As they approach, Brianna notice that all the people around the house are young men. All looks like models and extra fashion-focused. As soon as she presses the doorbell, two young men open the door, following a sharp gasp from both of them. " What happened to Carol?" One of them asked. After having a heart-to-heart conversation with them, Carol told them to call her by her name. So everyone calls her by her name except when Damien is at home. He doesn't want anyone calling his wife this affectionate way. Brianna takes a glance at Carol and then speaks, "She twisted her ankle."" And you two are?" They ask in professional but polite tone, " Her cousins." She responds indifferently. " Please come inside. Everyone prepared porridge and painkillers. Carol got hurt in her ankle."" Will be there soon!" Brianna watches some of them entering the kitchen, as fast as possible.Alex and Brianna
After taking the painkiller, she had a good sleep last night.. However, the constant nightmares make her situation worse than she thought it would affect waking up. Right now, she is having breakfast with Brianna and Alex. They're really surprised to see how everyone treats Carol like she owns the place. And it brings a hint of relief and happiness in them. Carol has found her happiness. ** There is a breaking news for you two!" Alex suddenly speaks , getting both of their attention. " What are you talking about?" Brianna asks, Alex smirks, showing them the family group chat... Carol and Brianna both take a look at the messages from their family. Although Carol doesn't know what's happening but judging by those messages from her mother, mother's husband and other family members, things have been pretty intense. " They're getting married tomorrow!" Carol looks at Brianna when she scrolls the messages. ** Did you two do something yesterday? They're cursing you!*
** Maybe he has something to do with his family? You told me that Damien doesn't want to introduce you to his family. Maybe he wants to keep you away from his family for your own good!** Eunice signs. They're facetiming and Carol couldn't help but talk about Damien not being here for two days. ** Do you think he is in some problems? No one is talking about him at all.!** She pouts, while resting her head on the pillow. A sharp smirk appears in the corner of Eunice's lips. She takes her phone closer and stands up, ** Are you missing your husband?** Carol looks shocked for a few seconds before shaking her head, ** No. Why would I?** ** That's the question for you. Because the topic of our conversation since morning is- Damien!** Carol becomes silent when Eunice finally points it out. They have been facetiming almost an hour and the entire conversation is about Damien not checking her messages and calls, blah blah. Carol's cheeks heat up with embarrassment and a hint of shyness
** Are you going somewhere? Carol!** Jay who has been avoiding her since Lucy stole her necklace, looks worried when she comes out of her room. Carol looks surprised since everyone has pretty much avoided her like a plague every time she asks about Damien. So Jay approaching gives her goosebumps. She nods her head, clenching her purse. She wants to get some fresh air and enjoy the afternoon in her recent favorite café. Thanks to the medicine, she can walk. It hasn't fully recovered but she wants to get out of this eerily huge mansion. ** Please let us know if anything happens. We didn't know that you got hurt. So, if something happens, call us!** Carol narrows her eyes, a pang of sadness washing over her heart. They didn't know? She was fucking here all the time after her cousins brought her here. She shrugs, nodding her head. In this house, she is the wife of their Master as long as he is here or he wants to. So she can't help anything about it. After coming to the c
After meeting her Doc, she returns to her old house at almost midnight. She completely forgot to inform anyone that she would stay here. So as soon as she comes home, she sends a message to Jay informing that she would stay out. She hasn't specifically told him where she will stay. All she just said was that she would stay out. She knows they don't care. So it doesn't matter to her to explain everything. After sending the messages, she takes a long and warm shower. Her Doc instructed her to drink lukewarm water and avoid ice water for now on. So she is going to do what she is asked to do. Something inside her has snapped. And she doesn't know how to get out of that unwanted uneasy feelings. Sitting in a swing chair in the back patio, Carol sips her Chrysanthemum tea taking a quiet time to understand and sort her emotions out. She is ashamed of how fast she moved on from such a betrayal and dares to fall in love with someone else again. Damien is charismatic, intellige
Here's a polished version of your text:---Everyone at the company has been eagerly awaiting Carol’s arrival at the office. The party started long ago, and although she’s the star of the day, nobody wants to ask her to come, hoping to keep it a surprise.“Boss, how long will it take for her to get here?” one of the employees asks Damien, who’s also attending the party.Damien himself is puzzled. The party began sharply at 8 a.m., and Carol left the house before 7, right after breakfast. He assumed she’d already arrived, but she’s nowhere to be found.“James, try to find out why she hasn’t arrived yet,” Damien says calmly, though the deep frown on his face shows he’s not pleased.James nods and steps away to a quiet spot to message Carol. But his attention is drawn to Tracy, the temporary assistant helping Carol with her training.“Good morning, Mr. James!” Tracy, an HR team member who’s been assisting Carol, smiles and heads toward her office.“Good morning. Aren’t you attending the
“Sis, one thing I can't understand about Carol!” Alex puts two cans of beer in the glove compartment and looks at Brianna, who is in the driver's seat, a curious frown on his face. “What?” she asks, taking out a cigarette, her tone casual as she lights it. “Need one?” “No! Don’t smoke!” he hisses, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. “Why doesn’t she live in her villa instead of her small house? I’ve never seen her go there or take us with her!” Brianna takes a drag, her expression indifferent. “Because she can’t.” “She can’t?” Alex’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Why not? That villa is really big. I wish I could have a nice house like that!” Brianna shrugs, saying nothing as she starts driving, sliding the window down to let the smoke out of the car.Alex just sighs. There is something that Brianna knows about Carol but he doesn't. Meanwhile, James walks into the chairperson's office, his brow furrowed with concern as he approaches Damien, who is staring at his phone
2:30 a.m. Damien pulls into the hospital parking lot, his knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel. His chest feels tight, his breaths short and uneven. Sweat trickles down his pale skin, soaking the collar of his shirt. Exhaustion clings to him like a second skin, but the anxiety coursing through his veins is far more potent. He throws his suit jacket over his arm and bolts out of the car, not bothering to lock it. The hospital looms ahead, its bright lights a sharp contrast to the suffocating darkness of his thoughts. His phone buzzes in his pocket—a message from James with Carol’s room number. He doesn’t waste a second, heading straight for the inpatient ward. His heart pounds louder with every heavy footfall. Taking the stairs two at a time, his breath comes in ragged gasps. His mind races, replaying the call from the hospital over and over. "Mr. Crawley, your wife collapsed, and we need you here immediately." The words were enough to rip the ground from beneath him
James steps into the room, his eyes immediately drawn to the fragile figure of Carol. She’s hunched over in a chair, her hair disheveled and her face pale, clutching Aria so tightly it seems as though she fears the world might rip her daughter away. Two nurses hover nearby, their faces etched with concern, while the doctor stands to the side, flipping through a folder of reports. The air in the room is thick, tense, and suffocating. “What’s going on?” James demands, his tone firm yet tinged with worry. His eyes dart between Carol and the doctor. “Damien is on his way back. He told me to check on you two.” Carol doesn’t respond. Her body trembles visibly, silent tears streaming down her face. She clutches Aria even tighter, her lips trembling as she stares into the distance. James crouches in front of her, lowering his voice as he tries to get through to her. “Carol, please,” he says, his tone softer now. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.” But Carol remains silent, her anguish spilling ou
Carol just says goodbye to Damien before leaving Aria with Alex and the female nanny who takes care of her. She already feels low without him. The day passes with work; nothing major happens. Since there’s a time difference between her and Eunice, they don’t talk much. But her other friends reach out to her as usual. After dealing with numerous clients, workers, and other activities, she feels far more exhausted than usual. Damien's presence has always been like a 24/7 therapist, and his absence makes everything feel heavier, even for just one day. Later, after returning home, feeding Aria, and spending time on self-care, Carol calls Damien. Their conversation is sweet and comforting. As days pass, Carol notices something unusual. The new nanny, Heather, seems fine, but Carol starts feeling weaker than usual. Aria, who usually loves sleeping and rarely cries, begins crying at night. Confused and worried, Carol consults a doctor, but they find nothing physically wrong with Aria
Somewhere in a casino, Harris is sitting on the counter whilst he's staring at the debt receipt. " Harris! The only way you can pay all the debt and keep gambling if you can get your parents' property. Don't you think it's high time to take action!" The owner of the casino when Harris has been staying for a while, suggests. He is doing the job of a bartender while watching Harris being drowned in an ocean of debts. Harris, staring at the debt he has, looks at him with a frown, " That bastard has owned everything. I can't even return home because of my criminal records!" Anger crawls under his skin as his face reddens with fury." Well, there are lots of ways to get what you want. If you want help, we can help, you know!" He smirks, " With violence, everything is possible!" Harris's expression brightens. Clutching the receipt of his latest loss in gambling, he leans into the chair, " That's a good idea, I think! I am the rightful owner of those money. So I will get them back!" The
Carol leans against the doorframe, her tired eyes fixed on Eunice, who sits on the floor, rolling a toy car back and forth with Aria. The toddler’s laughter rings out, bright and carefree, clashing with the heaviness in the room. “You’re leaving?” Carol’s voice is soft, but the weight of her words fills the space. Eunice’s hand falters on the toy car for just a moment before she pushes it toward Aria again, forcing a smile. “Yeah. It’s a good promotion, Carol. And... I’ve always wanted to see the world outside.” Her smile wavers, not quite reaching her eyes. Carol steps further into the room, crossing her arms as she searches for the right words. “But... I’m not saying it’s the wrong decision, just... are you sure you don’t want to give it another try? Maybe James has been struggling with something—”“Don’t.” Eunice’s voice is calm but firm, slicing through Carol’s sentence. She turns away from Aria, who is engrossed in her toy, and looks at her friend. “Don’t go there, Carol. Not
As if the wind is knocked out of his chest, James Alexander sits frozen, watching Eunice cry in despair. Her tears streak down her face, her voice trembling with frustration. "This is it, James," she begins, her tone laced with exhaustion. "I’ve been trying to hold onto this relationship, but I’m the only one fighting for it. Do you even realize what that feels like?" James looks at her, his brow furrowing. "Eunice, I know I’ve messed up. I’m sorry, okay? I’ll do better." "You’re sorry?" She laughs bitterly, shaking her head. "You always say that, but nothing changes. I’m the one who calls you, the one who begs to meet, the one who says ‘I love you.’ What have you done, James? What effort have you made?" James opens his mouth but quickly closes it. He doesn’t have an answer. Eunice continues, her voice breaking. "I’ve never felt this tired in a relationship before. A few months, James, and I’m completely drained. This isn’t love. It’s one-sided torture." He leans forward,
The culprit was caught soon. In the meantime, the closeness had turned into a strong friendship. Right now, it's Damien's 27th birthday party. Everyone is enjoying themselves. A few clients have attended the party, unaware that the Crawley family has grown close to the Martinez family. While everyone enjoys the evening, Carol is chatting with her friends, telling them about a new friend she made, when the door swings open, pushed by two security guards. "Carol!" Millie practically runs toward her, ignoring everyone in the room. She hugs Carol tightly and gives her a few kisses on the face. "I missed you." Eunice looks upset but curious about this woman. Like Carol, Millie avoids social media and reporters, so people don’t know who Mrs. Martinez is. "Who is that?" Katie asks. "Must be the new friend she’s been talking about all morning!" Sarah chuckles. Carol takes a deep breath and looks at her friends. "She’s my daughter-in-law!" Her friends stare at her in stunned
Who knew one incident could change so much in life? For Damien Crawley, that moment arrives as he leans against the doorframe, watching his wife, Carol, chatting away on FaceTime with none other than Millie Martinez. Millie, wife of Paul Martinez—Damien’s business rival—speaks animatedly, her laughter filling the room. Carol protected their son, Julian, five days ago, and since then, both of them have been talking about everything in their lives. While Martinez is still trying to get on his nerves, here his wife is having such a sweet friendship with the rival's wife. Damien isn’t particularly annoyed but can’t help wondering why Carol is friends with her. He crosses his arms and clears his throat, but Carol barely glances at him before turning back to her phone. “It’ll be close-knit,” Carol says, her tone cheerful as she discusses Damien’s upcoming birthday party. “Your family, my friends, and a few of Damien’s friends. It’s small, so don’t worry about bringing too many peopl
Damien sprints into the hospital lobby, his heart pounding harder than it had during his last board meeting. His tie is loose, and he’s slightly out of breath. He scans the room like a hawk, his sharp gaze landing on Carol seated in a corner with a blonde-haired toddler in her arms. “Carol!” His voice echoes, startling a nurse nearby. He strides over, his face etched with worry. " Are you okay? What happened? Where is Aria?" Carol looks up, startled, and immediately begins signing with her hands: **Calm down, everything is okay.**Damien freezes, confusion replacing his panic. “Why are you signing? You’re not even anxious enough to forget how to speak!” He narrows his eyes at her, crossing his arms. “What did you do this time?” Caught, Carol stops mid-sign and bites her lip, her cheeks turning pink. “Fine,” she mutters aloud, glancing at the boy in her lap. “It’s not exactly what you think. I saved a kid.” Damien blinks, leaning forward. “A kid?” His voice rises an octave. “Wha