Soon after the wedding, Mr. Fowler proposed for Stan to work at his company to get used to the work over there.He was worried as he did not have much time left, and it would not do if he was gone before the proper arrangements were made.Still, Stan returned to Franconia with Isaac and his family, sorting out things at work and finishing every task he had on hand.While Isaac used to have a lot of free time with Stan around, he was just slightly busier after Stan left. After all, no company should operate in a way that losing a single person would stall all their operations.And after a week, Stan sorted out all the remaining tasks he had in Franconia and returned to Zidonia to start work at the Fowlers' family business.While Stan had property in Zidonia too, he moved into the Fowlers' mansion, but not as a live-in son-in-law. He was simply aware of Mr. Fowler's illness, and Rea wanted to spend more time with her parents.And as the son-in-law, he was obliged to do that much.
Irene Spencer was married to a bridegroom who never showed up at their wedding.The bed sprinkled with rose petals that formed a distinct heart shape, along with the decorations within the suite, were all a slap to her face.It was humiliating! It was unbearable! However, there was nothing she could do about it! All her life, she had been under the control of others ever since she was born.Even her marriage to the Jefferson family was because of her father's greed.Her grandfather used to be Mr. Jefferson's chauffeur and had sacrificed himself to save Mr. Jefferson in an accident. Her family managed a small company and incurred a serious debt. On the verge of bankruptcy, Irene's shrewd father predicted that they had already reached the limit of favors they could ask for from the Jeffersons. As such, he resorted to sacrificing Irene for the sake of his personal gain—by proposing to Mr. Jefferson to have his grandson, Isaac Jefferson, marry her. It was overwhelmingly advanta
The hospital chief said, "That's her, Whitney Cox—she was on clinic duty last night."Stan entered, glanced at Whitney's name tag, and said, "Come with me."Whitney was puzzled. "What?""Oh, just go," the hospital chief pulled her along, seemingly not in the mood for questions. "Don't keep Mr. Jefferson waiting."Soon, Whitney was in the chief's office, where Isaac was lying on the couch. One would notice his tall and broad frame immediately, and it would take a second look to see that his lips were pale. The thick smell of antibiotics in the hospital hid the scent of blood that lingered on him as well.He was dressed in all black, exuding a domineering aura, with a single look enough to instill fear in a person!Stan walked up behind Isaac, leaned downward, and whispered, "They must have destroyed all the cameras to destroy any evidence of their presence. Also, this is Whitney Cox—the doctor on clinic duty last night. The hospital chief confirmed it, and I checked the records as
It was Irene's upperclassman, Zachary Slate. They had graduated from the same teaching hospital, though he was her senior by two semesters. Being a returnee, he was pretty famous in the country now, but he had always taken good care of Irene, and they were good friends."Shoot." Her reply was brisk."I have an outpatient visit to make, but something came up. Could you sub in for me?"Irene glanced at that time. She only had two surgeries in the afternoon and no outpatient visits for the day, so she had time in the morning. "Sure," she replied. "The address is Unit 306, Section A, Rose Garden. Tell them that you're looking for a Mr. Hill—Security will understand.""Okay.""Also, don't mention this case to anyone else at all, and don't ask the patient any questions. Just treat him—that's all you have to do," Zachary instructed her solemnly. "Got it," Irene replied, hung up, and headed straight to the designated address. Rose Garden was a luxury residential area, where privac
Keeping her head down, Irene walked up to her Gladstone bag. She did not forget her obligation as a doctor as she said, "You shouldn't let your stitches come in contact with water. Apply antiseptic once per day, and try to wear loose clothes that don't brush against the stitches."Putting down several small packs, she added, "These are pills for oral use, and this is the antiseptic.""Okay," Isaac replied flatly without turning around. Naturally, Irene said nothing in return and left with her bag.It was almost eleven after she caught a taxi to return to the hospital. She had a simple meal at the cafeteria but was summoned to the hospital chief's office once she returned to the clinic. His expression was solemn as if there was something he was hesitant to say, but eventually, he told her, "I'm going to let Whitney Cox take the internship at the Second Militarized Zone." Irene was stunned, but she did not give up immediately. "Didn't you agree before that I would be going?"
Zachary had come hitching a ride from Isaac to meet up with Irene.When he saw that it was Whitney coming instead, he alighted. "I'm leaving."After that, Whitney got in and sat opposite Isaac, feeling insecure since she realized that Isaac had mistaken her for someone else.However, she already experienced the benefit of his influence—the chief of the hospital had always admired Irene, but Isaac just had to speak, and Whitney was given the internship at the Second Militarized Zone instead.She had made up her mind to keep him.Such an opportunity—such good fortune—would only happen once in a lifetime. It was a blessing from the gods, and she must therefore seize it. "I've made up my mind," she said, looking up.Isaac twitched—he did not expect her to decide so quickly. Though he appeared unconcerned, he was actually curious about her answer."I don't want anything."Whitney knew for sure that something important must have happened, which was why Isaac had offered to take her
Isaac looked up. He raised a brow, amplifying his menacing presence. "What?"Zachary gritted his teeth. "Whatever. I will bear with it this time since it concerns your happiness."Isaac gave him a dark, placid look. "Drive."After Stan drove off, Zachary decided that he must at least do something for Irene. However, he saw that she had just stepped out of the entrance when he turned to head back to the lounge."Irene…" Zachary walked up to her. "I need to go." She was still smiling at him, and it hurt Zachary to see her like this. "I'll do my best to find a donor for your mother,” he said.The thought of her mother left Irene's gut clenching. She worked hard to hide her feelings, but the quiver in her voice was telling. "Really?"A heart donor does not grow on trees, and there were plenty of cases where patients died even before they found a match.Her eyes welling up with tears, she did not know how to convey her gratitude other than saying, "Thank you, Zachary.""We're fr
"Ms. Spencer? I'm Mr. Jefferson's assistant. Come with me—he's waiting for you."Irene spaced out for a moment when she saw Stan, though she quickly looked away to hide the look of recognition on her face.Stan was the one who opened the door when she treated that patient in Zachary's stead. If Stan was Isaac's assistant, did that mean the patient was Isaac?"Please, Ms. Spencer." Stan's tone became sterner when he saw that she was not moving.Putting away her thoughts, Irene replied, "I have to go to work."It was a clear refusal—she had no intention of meeting that man."Please think about this carefully, Ms. Spencer. Given your status, you would not just lose your job if you make Mr. Jefferson upset—you would have no chance of working as a doctor again."It was a clear threat, and Irene was left clenching her fist. All her father did was offer to pay for the cost of her mother's surgery. She had to pay for all other medical bills, so she certainly could not lose her job o
Soon after the wedding, Mr. Fowler proposed for Stan to work at his company to get used to the work over there.He was worried as he did not have much time left, and it would not do if he was gone before the proper arrangements were made.Still, Stan returned to Franconia with Isaac and his family, sorting out things at work and finishing every task he had on hand.While Isaac used to have a lot of free time with Stan around, he was just slightly busier after Stan left. After all, no company should operate in a way that losing a single person would stall all their operations.And after a week, Stan sorted out all the remaining tasks he had in Franconia and returned to Zidonia to start work at the Fowlers' family business.While Stan had property in Zidonia too, he moved into the Fowlers' mansion, but not as a live-in son-in-law. He was simply aware of Mr. Fowler's illness, and Rea wanted to spend more time with her parents.And as the son-in-law, he was obliged to do that much.
Despite feeling wistful, Mr. Fowler eventually passed Rea's hand to Stan. "I hope you will both cherish each other from now on."Rea told him, "We will."Thereafter, it was the usual proceedings of a wedding, with exchange of rings and vows, the wedding speech, and the luncheon!Though everything went smoothly, Mrs. Fowler could not help shedding tears.She was pleased that her daughter was finally getting married, especially since she was looking forward to this.But now that Rea really did marry, she was worried that her life might get difficult and unhappy.Such was the worrisome nature of mothers.-Later, Stan led Rea to Isaac's table.They were all acquainted, but Stan introduced everyone once again to reacquaint them with Rea.After all, she was no longer Zachary's friend's cousin now, but Stan's wife.Erin was grinning from ear to ear. "Congratulations.""Thank you." Rea smiled in return."Congrats," Baby said, imitating the adults.Rea reached out to stroke his c
Zachary said, "I heard you sealed the deal with Rea Fowler, and her family is preparing for your wedding."Stan smiled. "I'm the look of success—getting a girl couldn't be simpler. See? I'm getting married already.""Well, I guess we're all taken now," Erin said.Tommy poked his head up just then. "Congratulations, Uncle Stan.""Thank you." Stan chuckled, patting his head."Also, I heard that you're marrying into the Fowler family?" Zachary asked.Everyone turned to stare at Stan in shock, but it was understandable.Stan was not that modest that he would have to go that far—he had money and was successful enough to afford a wife.Still, Zachary—who knew the Fowlers—suggested, "To be fair, they do need someone to take care of the family business…"-Either way, it meant that Irene's family would be delaying their return trip to Franconia.After all, none of them had expected to attend Stan's wedding so soon after Zachary's.Stan himself did not expect that either, as he had
"What's the problem? We've already slept together," Rea said as she put her clothes on.She frowned as Stan was still on the bed and not moving. "What, are you going to stay in my bed forever?""What am I supposed to wear?" Stan shrugged. "You haven't brought my clothes here.""I'll get it for you."Rea remembered his suitcase then and hurried downstairs to bring it up."Wear whatever you like. I'll be waiting downstairs," she said and hurried away.Stan got out of bed and put on a suit—it was only right to dress formally when it came to discussing marriage.After cleaning up and heading downstairs, he found Rea sandwiched by her parents.Stan had no idea if she had already mentioned it, but both Mr. and Mrs. Fowler were both staring at him, leaving him further tense.Clearing his throat, Stan began, "Excuse me, but—""Yes, we agree to you marrying our daughter.""You mean marrying into our family," Rea corrected them.Everyone else was staring at her before asking all at o
If Rea asked her parents now, they would only get sad, and life would become difficult for everyoneWhat should she do to make them happy?Right, she could get married! Her parents would definitely be pleased. As for the choice of bridegroom, did she not have one readily available here?If Stan could pretend to be her boyfriend, he could definitely be her husband too.They could fake their marriage if they had to!Putting the medical file back where she found it, she wobbled up to her feet and left the room.Stan had yet to step out of the bathroom when she returned, so she sat on the bed and waited.After a while, Stan stepped out with a towel around his waist and paused when he saw Rea sitting there. "Where are my clothes?" He asked, presuming that Rea had forgotten since there was nothing on the bed or the table. "My suitcase is still in your car trunk."Rea turned toward him. "Let's get married."Stan was left speechless for a moment and soon chuckled, "Did you forge
Mrs. Fowler smacked her daughter, but while Rea thought she was angry, she said instead, "Just do your best."Rea's mind was blown—were her parents bewitched? They were completely different from before! A long time ago, her parents had used to tell her that she did not have to marry as long as she was happy.But later on, they had persistently sent her on blind dates… and now, they were telling her to seduce a man?Touching her mother's forehead, Rea asked, "Are you sick?"Mrs. Fowler slapped her hand off. "Your dad and I are leaving now.""Yeah." Mr. Fowler nodded. "The chauffeur is waiting."Rea walked them to the door and watched as their car left before returning inside.She did not go upstairs since Stan was asleep, and she would be bored—she was the type who just could not sit still.However, it was inappropriate if she left since that would leave nobody home.In her boredom, she thought of pranking Stan. She headed upstairs to find him asleep, and soundly at that.Ca
Unable to argue against her parents, Rea said, "Fine, fine. Whatever you say."Mrs. Fowler smiled. "Then help Stan upstairs to get some rest.""Which room?" Rea asked.Mrs. Fowler realized with a start and quickly said, "Oh, there's no bedding in the guest room… So let him stay in your room."Rea was left staring at her in shock. "When did you get so open-minded? Letting a man stay in your daughter's room?"Mrs. Fowler shrugged. "What can he do when he's drunk?""Haven't you heard of drunken fumbles?" Rea asked.Both Mr. and Mrs. Fowler shook their heads at the same time. "Nope."Rea was left totally speechless—this was just outrageous!She would think that Stan was actually their son, if it was not for the fact that they were not acquainted before.They were not like this before either—even if they were urging her to get married, they were not throwing her at a man like this!Mr. Fowler then said, "If anything happens, we'll demand that he takes responsibility and marries y
"I get it," Stan replied quietly. "I wouldn't have been upset even if you didn't explain yourself. But since you did, I forgive you."Rea's brow creased as she pursed her lips. "See? I knew it. We really shouldn't be too nice to you."While Stan was speechless, Mrs. Fowler was enthusiastically putting food on Stan's plate. "This is our family's favorite dish. Try it."Stan nodded after a bite. "It's good."Mrs. Fowler smiled, while Mr. Fowler poured him a glass of wine. "Can you hold your liquor?"Stan smiled. "More or less.""You're being humble now." Mr. Fowler smiled at him. "You're definitely a good drinker.""A little."Rea had enough right then. "Dad, Stan has work to do, and he has to return to Franconia tomorrow. You're going to make things difficult for him."Mr. Fowler smiled awkwardly. "Right…" "You think?" Rea huffed, snatching his wine away. "Everyone only gets to have one glass."Mr. Fowler glared at Rea. "Party pooper."Rea shrugged. "I'm doing this for your
Rea turned her head aside. "Then what's your hobby?"Stan did a double take and remembered his life… which was work and more work.It had been years since he took leave, and he would not get to goof off the last few days if it had not been for Zachary's wedding.Hobby? He certainly did not have anything like that.Now that he thought about it, his life was boring and monotonous, and he did not have anyone very close.That was why he wanted a kind, understanding wife to care and offer him company while he took care of her needs.When he looked up at Rea, he clearly felt that she was not for him—he needed someone to take care of him, but with her, he would be busy taking care of her instead."You're looking at me weirdly," Rea suddenly said."How so?" Stan asked.Rea moved closer, looking him in the eyes and asking solemnly, "Don't tell me—you've fallen for me?""You don't just suffer from a flawed personality—you're narcissistic too."Stan pursed his lips and checked the tim