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Doctor Siberu stopped his steps and simply shook his head, still with that horribly calm look. “You don't want to do that, Sefia. Trust me. Things are going to get worse for you.” His words caught in Sefia's throat. The unspoken threat made her ponder for a moment. What did the mad doctor mean? Did he have something bigger on his hands? She backed away further, avoiding Doctor Siberu as if his very existence was poison. “You won't get away with it,” he muttered, his voice low but clear. Doctor Siberu chuckled again, colder this time. “Sefia, the world is not black and white. Sometimes, we have to do things we never imagined before... to survive.” Sefia rounded her clear eyes, staring at him with a piercing look of hatred. “What do you mean?” Doctor Siberu approached, and for the first time Jean could feel the dark aura surrounding t

The girl immediately ran out, but a moment later she turned around and gave Zavier a hug and a small kiss on the forehead, “thank you, Papa.” After Joen's departure, Zavier looked at Mando, “what are you waiting for?” Mando looked at his employer with a serious expression and raised both hands in a sign of not understanding, “Sorry, sir. I don't know how to make chocolate cake either.” “So what are you waiting for? Let's go to the kitchen and find out. My servants are many and one of them can teach me, right?” The two of them headed to the kitchen, and Zavier started everything he had to learn on the spur of the moment. Mando watched the chaos and chuckled at the sight of a CEO who was feared by many business competitors struggling with various baking tools. There was even a lot of flour and leftover chocolate on that handsome face,

“Memory eraser...” repeated Nayla, but she hurriedly closed her eyes again when she heard the shower turn off, a sign that he would be out in a moment. Moments later, Bram came out of the bathroom with his hair still wet. Nayla stole a glance with her eyes half closed. The man who claimed to be her husband didn't look bad, in fact, his body was very good and looked athletic. The muscle lines and curves in his stomach didn't stop Nayla from stealing glances. “Who are you?” muttered Nayla to herself, ”why do I feel like I've seen similar curves but not yours? Why do I feel so strange?” Nayla quickly closed her eyes when she saw Bram's shadow approaching the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Nayla's front hair once more before planting a kiss on her forehead once more with great tenderness, “Go to sleep, darling. I'm going to the hospital.”

The woman he called Nayla-or at least, that's what he believed-turned to look at him. A gentle smile was painted on her face, but there was something different in those slightly brownish eyes. Although Zavier did not realize it, that woman was Sefia, who had taken Nayla's face through careful manipulation. Sefia, whose height was camouflaged by wearing high heels, smiled meaningfully. “Let's go home,” the woman replied as she took Joen's hand on the left and Fernando's on the right with a triumphant smile. She walked towards Zavier, with light steps that looked graceful and calm. Her long hair glistened in the lights, swaying with her every movement, just as Zavier remembered Nayla. An apron still clung to her body and her face still had a trace of chocolate. As they got closer, Sefia-who was wearing Nayla's face-trotted over to Zavier, let go of Joen and Fernando's hands, and suddenly hu

“This is an anti-depressant drug, it is not a dangerous drug, but if it is not used in accordance with the doctor's recommendations, it may be harmful.” The words of the pharmacist Sara met made her daydream while choosing an apple. Once again Sara took out the pill bottle from her pocket and read the recommendations for use. “This should only be taken once a day while Madam takes two pills and three times a day. This is excessive. Doctor Bram...” “I have to act!” exclaimed Sarah and stuffed some apples into her grocery bag. As she turned her body, she accidentally bumped into a girl. The girl was Joen and Sara felt she knew her. The apples they were holding fell and rolled on the floor. “Ouch, sorry, Tante.” Joen immediately helped pick up the fallen apples. Recognizing him, Sara immediatel