Carol glances around the office room one more time to ensure she's alone. After confirming the coast is clear, she sets her phone on the stand, taking a deep breath. Quickly, she dabs her face with tissue, smoothing her hair and wiping the streaks of dried tears from her cheeks, masking any trace of her earlier breakdown. The call rings and rings, and Carol begins to think Eunice is busy. But just as she's about to hang up, Eunice’s face pops up on the screen, her hands flying in a flurry of agitated signs. **Why haven’t you checked your phone? It’s lunchtime, isn’t it? I’ve been trying to reach you! Where are you? Are you free now? It’s an emergency!** Carol flinches at Eunice’s rapid gestures. She raises her hands, trying to calm her friend. **Eunice! Breathe! You’re signing too fast—and using the wrong signs!** Eunice pauses for a beat, inhaling deeply, her shoulders relaxing slightly. **Okay. Do you have time now?** she asks, more composed. **Yes, I have ten m
Damien’s eyebrows arch with annoyance and frustration. Today, he was supposed to be at his company, overseeing Carol’s last day of training. But instead, he’s buried in endless work. James has been watching Damien throughout the day, noticing his reluctance and irritation. Every now and then, Damien lets out deep sighs and low groans, as if he’s being forced into something he doesn’t want to do. With a shake of his head, James tries to refocus on his own work. “She didn’t even message me,” Damien mutters suddenly, disappointment heavy in his voice. “I thought we were close enough for that. Right, James?” His shoulders sag under the weight of his frustration. James shuts his laptop, finally giving Damien his full attention. He’s been watching closely for a while now. The Damien he knew seems to have changed—turned into someone consumed by emotions. But it can’t be love. Not with Carol. The day is approaching, and James knows that if this continues, everything might fall apar
“I’m sorry! I misunderstood!” Alex says, rubbing the back of his neck with guilt as he glances at the blonde. His earlier hostility vanishes now that the blonde man has explained everything. Brianna kneels beside Carol, gently examining her swollen ankle. “Thanks for helping her,” she says, her tone soft but guarded. “But we’ll take her to the hospital.” “It’s really fine,” Nicolas replies with a polite smile. “There’s a clinic nearby. I’d like to make up for the trouble. Please, let me take care of it.” The siblings share a look, silently weighing their options. After a brief moment, Brianna nods. “Alright. But Alex, call her husband. He’s going to worry if she’s not home soon.” She turns to Nicolas. “I’ll drive.” Alex shifts closer to Carol, watching her carefully. She’s holding her throat with a pained expression, and worry etches deeper into his face. Gently, he taps her hand. **Sis, are you alright?** he signs. Carol meets his gaze helplessly, frustration evident in her eye
“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