Irene woke up to the faint scent of antiseptic. It was such a familiar scent that she immediately knew that she was in the hospital.As she slowly opened her eyes, the lights on the ceiling were so bright that they hurt her eyes. She closed her eyes, rested for a while before opening them again.Mrs. Watson had Tommy in her arms. Relieved to see Irene open her eyes, she exclaimed happily, "You're awake, ma'am!" Irene wanted to get up, but she suddenly found herself too weak and unable to muster any strength. "The doctor said that you're very weak and shouldn't move. You should rest," Mrs. Watson told her.Irene glanced at Tommy just then and held out her hands. "Can you give Tommy to me?"Mrs. Watson put Tommy on her bed, and Irene said, "Let me have a moment."Knowing that she wanted to be alone, Mrs. Watson asked, "Is there anything you want to eat? I'll get it for you."Irene had no appetite at all, and told Mrs. Watson as much.Mrs. Watson sighed and tried to reason
It was Stephen Carr."Feeling better yet?" he asked.Irene sat up. "Much better, Dr. Carr. Though, why are you here?""I was present when they brought you in," Stephen replied. "I did the initial checkup, followed by the Head of Gynecology…""Wait, do I have a gynecological disorder?" No way… She knew her own body well enough. "I was just losing sleep for a while, and a little tired from work. I'm not—""You might be pregnant," Stephen said, cutting her short.Irene did a double take. "What?!"She had been taking contraceptive pills. How could she get pregnant?"There must be a mistake…""Not if it's the Head of Gynecology," Stephen countered. Irene was dumbstruck. "No way.""You can check yourself if you don't believe me," Stephen said, holding her gaze. "It should work to your benefit too, since it can ease tensions between you and Isaac…"Irene did not think so. She and Isaac barely saw eye to eye with Tommy, and even after they finally started to develop a bond,
Irene was actually surprised that Isaac would call her first—he never did that after he went abroad twice.Naturally, it surprised her that he would call her."Why…""Mrs. Watson told me that you were sick."Irene's fingers clenched on her phone—he only called because Mrs. Watson told him that she was ill, not because he missed her?Hanging her head, she said, "I'm fine. I just fainted from fatigue.""Are you feeling better now?""Yeah, much better. You don't have to worry.""Yeah."Silence ensued, and it was so quiet that both could hear each other's breathing. Neither of them spoke, but they were not hanging up either.Eventually, Irene broke the silence. "You must be busy. I'll hang up if there's nothing else.""Yeah," he replied.However, neither did.More silence. Eventually, Isaac said, "Let's just hang up.""Yeah," Irene said, and did just that.As she put away her phone, however, she felt unusually calm—as if all her pent-up frustrations and grief all left he
Ricky appeared dumbfounded. "What banners?"Irene kept a close eye on his reaction. "You really don't know?""Time out, Irene. What banners are you talking about? I really don't get what you're talking about."Ricky still appeared to be dizzy from his hangover and he could not understand Irene just then. Irene kept staring at him for seconds, ensuring that he was not playing dumb before saying, "Yesterday, someone hung banners over Central Tower, mocking Zachary and Ember…""Hahaha!!!" Ricky burst out in laughter right then. "He got what he deserved!" "Was it you?" Irene asked seriously."Nope," Ricky said, his smile remaining on his face. "Guess I'm not the only one who hates him. It's what he deserves for being a piece of shit."Irene pursed her lips, and actually began to doubt him. "It really wasn't you? It looks exactly like something you would do."Ricky shrugged. "If you insist that it's me, then it must be me. I'm just glad he didn't get off easy.""Don't do that ev
Ricky snorted. "We were. What's that to you?""Shut up," Irene snapped and promptly tugged at his sleeve—he was going to make Mrs. Slate misunderstand, especially when she clearly did not like Lulu. His phrasing would just fuel Mrs. Slate's notion that Lulu had loose morals and hurt Lulu in turn.Ricky, however, was not letting up. "I'm just telling the truth! What is there to hide?"Mrs. Slate scoffed at Lulu then. "I knew it—what an unseemly woman you are. Well, this suits me just fine. Now that Zachary is married, there's nothing between you two, so don't bother him ever again. In turn, I won't press charges regarding the banners.""Hey, are you even listening? I told you—it wasn't Lulu. She's been with me all this while, and I can testify for her!" Ricky snapped, indignant at how prejudiced was Mrs. Slate acting."You? Testify? You've been defending her all this while. The best you can manage is perjury," Mrs. Slate laughed coldly, before adding in disdain, "Truly… birds of
On the floor, Ricky was lying on his back. His bath towel—which must have loosened from his waist—was just covering his privates.Lulu was standing at the living room, a glass of water in hand as she stared impassively at him.Sheryl was nearby as well, gaping at Ricky in shock Irene was speechless. What was going on here?! Nonetheless, a resounding scream soon followed, and she had to cover Tommy's ears."Aaarrrggghhh!!!"Ricky's fair buttcheeks were bare even as he held his towel against his groin as he fled.Bang! The door was shut so loudly that Tommy jumped in surprise. Irene stood at the stairway and looked downstairs, asking, "What happened there?"Lulu calmly drank her glass of water before telling her. "He came out of the shower with just a towel around his waist, and asked me for water since he saw me drinking. He wasn't watching where he was going while he drank, and knocked into the table, tripped, and fell, breaking the glass…"Irene was at a loss for wo
Irene watched as Ember passed the man a thick envelope and said, "You'd better keep your mouth shut." Her voice was lowered, but the threatening edge was clear.The man was busy groping the envelope to feel its thickness and he grinned in satisfaction. "I won't breathe a word—don't worry."Ember then looked around, pressing her cap down even though she saw no one around them. "I'm going now. Don't ever contact me.""Of course," the man chuckled. "Still, if you want more banners hung, you can contact me. Anyone loves making easy money."Ember did not refuse him. "Don't worry—I'll call you if there's more work to be done. The condition is that you keep your mouth shut, and money will never be a problem.""My lips are sealed with industrial glue. Also, are you satisfied with my performance?"Ember nodded—her objective had certainly been achieved. She was the one who hired this man to flash those banners at Central Tower just to pin the blame on Lulu. That would drive a rift be
James Cross said, "Mr. Jefferson sent me.""Where is he?" Irene asked."He just arrived in Franconia, so he won't be returning soon," James replied. "I'm your protection detail in the meantime."Irene frowned—by all accounts, Isaac should have arrived in Franconia already. "He just arrived? Are you sure?"James averted his eyes.Isaac certainly should have arrived at Franconia sooner, but he had delayed his flight after receiving Mrs. Watson's call.Now, he was going to need time to take another flight back to the country. In reality, Isaac had his people keep a constant watch on his estranged family, because he knew they would not give up so easily. He told them to inform him the instant they were on the move, and they just did.Worried that Irene would be in danger, Isaac sent James, who just happened to be staying in the country.It was certainly fortunate he did, or there would be real trouble.Still, to Irene, James's evasiveness made it clear that Isaac was refusing to
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