Judging from the photo she stumbled upon on Isaac's desk, as well as the patient's file she saw, Irene realized that the two seemingly unrelated events were actually inextricably connected.She might be meeting the woman in question tomorrow, too…In the past, she would not have eavesdropped about others.However, this concerned Isaac, so she wanted to find out if the patient was Isaac's mother.And who was Mick Gooding? Why would he be so attached to her? Also, his reluctance to let others find out about the patient meant that there was something fishy involved. Making up her mind, she headed to Admin to finish her errand, and returned to Stephen's office. Stephen was not around, and she stood by his desk, hesitating for a moment before picking up the patient's file. Opening the folder, she was stunned when she saw the note that Stephen had performed a craniotomy on the woman named Layla Gooding. Craniotomy? But Stephen's specialty was cardiovascular diseases! Moreover
Zachary stopped in his tracks but did not turn around. "Don't ask. Everything she said is right—I've done her dirty."He was very clear about it, affording Irene no space to argue. "Take care of yourself, Zachary."Zachary heaved a deep sigh then, and left, while Irene returned to work.…Over at Spencer Mansion, Lulu was packing her belongings.Sheryl Harris was helping her, and she told Lulu, "You can visit anytime you want if you miss Irene. Think of this place as your home, and we have more rooms than we need. I'll save one so you can come here anytime."Lulu's toughness crumbled from Sheryl's warmth. Tears welled out of Lulu's eyes right then, and she firmly wiped it away. "Thank you." "It's no issue," Sheryl said, patting her on the back of her hand and adding mildly, "You're like a sister to Irene and you've helped her a lot. From where I'm standing, you're both my children."Lulu could not say anything then, because she was already choking with tears and would not
Harvey's words were a barenaked challenge."Really?" Isaac smiled faintly in response, his tone clear and rumbling as if emitted out of his chest.Harvey stared warily at him. "Yes, you'll definitely get upset if you saw—there's nothing between me and Irene, and I had the footage deleted because I don't want you to misunderstand."However, it would have been better if he did not explain. The more he did, the more others would feel like he had done something shady last night."I think you're just guilty that others would find out," Stan growled—his distaste toward Harvey did not happen overnight, and he had always thought Harvey shameless. Even Harvey himself felt that his attempts at explanation turned out badly.Stan now seemed certain that he did something wrong, while Isaac glowered intimidatingly. Could he really keep talking, given the situation? Or maybe he should show Isaac the videos he had… but would that not worsen the misunderstanding?Whatever. "Believe what y
Stan was suddenly afraid to show it.Harvey did not encrypt his computer because he probably did not expect it to be accessed by someone else. He even kept it on his desk, which was why Stan did not even need to really have to hack anything. After getting the footage, however, Stan took a look at it himself beforehand and knew that Isaac would definitely get upset after he saw it, and was suddenly unwilling to show it.Stan suggested, "It could just be a misunderstanding, right?"Isaac scowled right then—he might have accepted that if Stan had not said it, but now that he did, it clearly meant that there was something fishy. "Mrs. Watson," he called out.Mrs. Watson quickly hurried to him. "Yes, sir?""Take Tommy to his room." "Okay."Mrs. Watson was usually carrying Tommy around anyway, so the baby was used to her touch.After they left, Isaac turned back toward Stan. "Give it to me."Stan hesitated for a moment, and put the USB flash drive that he copied the files into
Irene's face fell the instant she saw that it was Harvey, and she wheeled on Ricky. "Is he why you've brought me here?"Ricky had no idea why she was upset, and so quickly explained, "He came to me and asked for a favor. I thought it's no big deal since he just wants to meet you, so I said yes. I can't refuse him since he promised to gather evidence that Whitney Cox killed my mom, so…"Harvey quickly walked up to them and apologized, "Look, I've realized my mistake, so I know that you're angry with me and would refuse to see me. That's why I had Ricky set up this meeting, so that I have a chance to say sorry. Is that alright?'"I just hope you won't do anything so childish again, and I'm not angry with you. You don't have to apologize, and I'm leaving if there's nothing else."After all, Irene could not care less about him now, and walked up to the curb to hail a taxi. Harvey quickly rushed up to her and caught her wrist. "You're already here—how about dinner together? This isn'
Ricky quickly stopped the car beside the road and asked, "What is it?"Irene, however, was staring at the woman as she entered the hotel.She quickly alighted, leaving Ricky mystified. "What are you doing, Irene?"Irene was heading straight to the hotel and told him, "Find a place to park your car and join me."Ricky had no idea what was happening, but did as he was told anyway.He stopped the car at the hotel parking lot before heading inside as well.Irene was already at the front desk, saying, "We're taking a room next to the lady just now.""Which lady?" the receptionist asked."The one who just came in. Layla Gooding.""Oh," the receptionist exclaimed in understanding. "She shares the room with a certain gentleman…""Mick Gooding, I presume?" Irene said. "You're acquainted?" the receptionist asked—why else would she know their names?"Yes," Irene replied, and the receptionist started to make the booking. She then asked, "They are staying at the presidential suite, a
The woman who stood at the door had her long hair tied up elegantly, and was dressed in a white tailored dress. Though she only had a pair of pearl earrings on, she appeared graceful despite the simplicity."You are…?" she asked as she watched Irene. Irene was left spacing out for a moment—the woman looked exactly like she did in the photo. Still, she quickly came to her senses and cried, "Please, you have to help me…"Behind her, Ricky kept up his act. "Get back here or I'll kill you! Did you think you could run from me?!"Irene then looked pleadingly at Layla, saying, "He'll kill me if I go with him—please, you have to help me!"Fortunately, Layla was kind enough to stop the man behind Irene. "Please let her go, or I'll have to call the cops.""She's my woman! I can do whatever I want! Mind your own business?!" Ricky snarled, really looking the part of a rogue just then, although he lacked the appearance to really look menacing. He took after his mother, and was good looki
Irene was going to explain herself when Layla said, "She had a fight with her boyfriend. I saw them and tried to help, so I let her in."Mick turned to level a sharp look at Irene. "Really?"Irene nodded. "Yes. It was a coincidence…""You know her, Mick?" As Layla glanced between Irene and Mick, Mick walked over to put a hand around her shoulder. "She's Stephen Carr's apprentice. I saw her when I met him."Layla's tone became even kinder just then. "You're a doctor?""Yes," Irene admitted.Suddenly, Layla held her head and frowned as if in pain."Another headache?" Mick asked mildly.Layla nodded. "Let's get you back inside for your meds." Mick led Layla inside, then turned back to Irene and warned, "I don't like people who pry into my private affairs. I won't play around if I find out that this wasn't a coincidence!"Irene said, "I'm not.""It'd better be!" Mick snapped before shutting the door. Still, Irene could hear Layla from inside. "You didn't have to be so loud.
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