The thought of Quincy left Greg grimacing. "Oh, my wife is old now. It actually irks me whenever I see her face these days."Kathy raised her brows, feeling cathartic inside just then!Even if Quincy had done her best to maintain her beauty, the way Greg called her 'old' made it clear that her place in their family was just for show."Oh, you're such a bad man, sir. How could you talk about your own wife like that?" she purred as she threw herself into his arms. "But do you think I'm prettier?""Of course," Greg answered with no hesitation. In reality, Quincy was far prettier than Kathy in her youth, but age simply had not been kind to her.If she were not that beautiful, Greg would not have been a loyal husband, let alone have zero scandalous affairs."Anyway, it's late—I should go," Greg said just then.While he was certainly reluctant to leave her, Greg nonetheless feared Quincy, and was worried that she would throw a fit if she found out. As such, he left his name card w
However, just as Quincy was about to speak, Greg snatched his phone away. "Hey, it's my phone! What do you think you're doing?"Quincy froze for seconds and narrowed her eyes.Greg was clearly feeling guilty, but he had no choice but to do it—what if it was Kathy calling? He would be exposed! "Give it to me right now." Quincy held out a hand, looking dead serious just then.When Greg refused, she demanded, "Are you cheating on me, Greg?""No way! Why would I do that? You're being paranoid—"Quincy snatched his phone out of his hands before he could finish, and answered the call. "Hello?""Oh! Hey, Quincy! Is my brother from another mother over there?"Quincy recognized the voice—it was one of Greg's close friends, and she was acquainted with the man as well.Greg was relieved since he heard the voice too. Feeling confident right then, he snorted at Quincy. "Why would you suspect me? Come on, you're embarrassing me in front of my friend here—what if he told the others you'
"That is for sure," Quincy said as she poured James a cup of tea. "I'm sure you also know Light Group's influence in the country too.""Of course," James replied. "I wouldn't have agreed to this meeting otherwise. In fact, I don't mind telling you that there's so many interested investors I couldn't afford to meet them all, so I've picked the ones I see most potential in.""Apologies if we seemed prudent too, since we're not learned in this industry," Quincy said as she scrounged through the document James brought them.The concept, development process, and other details about the mechanical component were summarized meticulously, and it appeared professionally done to Quincy and Ian even if they did not really understand it.Ian then leaned in to whisper to Quincy, "Shouldn't we get expert opinion on this, Mom? We don't know anything about this…"Quincy was hesitant too. While the project shows potential, her ignorance on the matter made her worried about messing up, since rese
James appeared solemn and respectful as he said, "Mr. Jefferson? They've signed it."A deep voice spoke from the other end, "Good. Stick to the plan and keep reaching out. Don't let them catch you before they inject their first batch of capital.""Of course," James replied before hanging up and telling the chauffeur, "Let's go."…Meanwhile, Isaac had just put away his phone and turned around when a soft body threw herself into his arms. Irene then wrapped her arms around his neck—she had tied her hair into a ponytail and was dressed formally, her bright eyes twinkling as she smiled faintly. "I'm going to the interview soon. Do you think I'll make it?"Isaac put his hands around her waist and made a pensive face, which left Irene frowning and pouting with her pink lips. "Don't you have faith in my skill?""You have skills?" Isaac asked in return.Irene was speechless for a moment, and stood on her toes to bite his lips, immediately leaving a row of bite marks.He smiled. "Att
The interviewer shot her a look. "No excuses. Now, leave." But Irene was not about to give up on such a rare opportunity!"Please give me a chance. I've prepared for this interview—""That's your business. You're late and missed your chance, so you only have yourself to blame. You won't be late if you care at all," the interviewer growled impatiently. "I would have to call security if you insist on staying."Irene stopped in his tracks then even as disappointment caught her. She sighed—she had a rare opportunity, and it went up in smoke.Stepping out of the hospital, she felt more or less dissatisfied—it would have been better if they had rejected her because she fell short of their standard, but she did not even get an interview…And how was she going to pursue her dream if she could not even get herself hired as a doctor?The thought left her despondent!As she made up her mind to leave, she heard someone speaking and turned to look.It was the old man she had just saved
Irene's response was fluent. "Cardiology. In fact, one of the cardiologists here at Melville Hospital is known to be a miracle worker, and has famously cured multiple patients with near-incurable heart conditions."The old man rested his chin on his hands and grinned. "Well, you've met the man. What do you think about him?" "I've met him?" Irene considered it for a moment, before exclaiming in disbelief, "Wait, do you mean Mr. Poker Face?!"She could not find a better description for the man—Stephen Carr was so aloof that he was basically devoid of humanity!"Yes. That was Stephen Carr, Head of Cardiology and our miracle worker."'That's my idol?' Irene thought to herself then."Anyway, which position are you applying for?" the old man asked."Cardiology. I'm willing to start as an intern," Irene said—she was not experienced enough to jump straight into residency, but she was willing to start from the bottom."Do you have prior experience?" the old man asked them. It seemed
Irene was speechless.How was this getting hired through the back door? Did she not impress the hospital chief with her own expertise and earn the chance herself?Nonetheless, Stephen left with those words, leaving her alone and sulking. She felt conflicted at the thought that he would be the one instructing her from now on, but she did not want to give up on her dreams either.Breathing a long sigh, she thought to herself that life was going to be hard from now on. Even so, she could take anything as long as she got to learn from him—once she could stand on her own, he would be a distant memory. Leaving the hospital and returning to the car, she told Jimmy the chauffeur, "Let's go to the grocery store."She was very pleased to have succeeded in the interview, and wanted to cook something. She also thought that it was great that she chose to be a doctor—she knew what to cook for Isaac to help with his recovery. "Of course," Jimmy replied. They were soon stopping near a tr
Lulu sat on her bed, silent for a long while. Irene waited quietly without urging her, until Lulu suddenly said, "Zachary and I had a fight."Irene was left stunned for seconds, before asking in disbelief, "You two fought? Why?""His mother promised that she'd agree to our relationship if Zachary returned to his family business and claimed leadership, right? He did, but his mother now insisted that I must give up on my career to be a full-time housewife if we are to get married. She said that I'm supposed to care for and support Zachary, but I don't want to give up on my job.""Well, what did Zachary say?" Irene asked.Lulu scowled at the mention of Zachary. "He said that he gave up his preferred career for my sake, and asked me why I can't sacrifice mine for him. But is our relationship only sustained by our sacrifices?" Lulu certainly knew that she should sacrifice a little for him after what he did, but said, "Look, Irene. I can make it up to him in any other way, but I woul
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