Semua Bab One Too Many Red Flags: Bab 1 - Bab 10

"Phoebe, stop messing around. This meeting is really important," Nathan's voice, unusually flustered, broke through the receiver. "Besides, there's no way I can get home in ten minutes from the office."Phoebe's response was cold and simple. "Your time starts now."Then she hung up.A few minutes later, Clara, half-dressed, was shoved out of the car. Nathan sped off, his Maybach disappearing from the garage in the blink of an eye. That left Clara standing there, humiliated, clutching her belongings against her bare skin.Phoebe adjusted her seat, settling into a more comfortable position, and turned on her headlights. The bright beam fell directly on Clara.The darkness hid many things, but light has a way of exposing what shouldn't be seen. Clara, caught off guard, wrapped her arms tightly around herself. "Who? Who's there?!"Phoebe couldn't be bothered to answer. She simply drove past, her car sweeping smoothly by.Through the open window, Clara caught a glimpse of Phoebe's co

"Clara, if you see something you like, just say the word. I'll buy it for you," Bethany said, holding Clara's hand with a motherly warmth Phoebe had never witnessed before."Mom, why are you so kind to Clara but always cold and sharp with Phoebe?" Nathan asked with a sigh. "Phoebe is your daughter-in-law, and she's carrying your grandchild. Can't you treat her better?""Because Clara doesn't stir up trouble and turn you against me like Phoebe does," Bethany snapped, her face darkening."Mom, I've told you many times, Phoebe never—" Nathan tried to explain, but Bethany had no patience to listen."Enough, Nathan," she cut him off. "We came here to shop and enjoy ourselves. Can't you stop mentioning Phoebe? It's killing the mood.""Alright, alright. I won't bring her up," Nathan said, raising his hands in mock surrender. With a light smile, he added, "Today, I'm just here to serve Her Majesty and Her Royal Highness. I'll pay, I'll swipe my card, and I won't say another useless word."

Phoebe fell seriously ill. A relentless fever burned through her, and no matter what she ate, it came back up. "A bunch of useless doctors," Nathan snapped. "I paid you all this money, and you can't even bring down a simple fever?" If the butler hadn't been holding him back, he might have struck someone. "Madam is pregnant," the doctor explained, his face tight with helplessness. "Most medications aren't safe, and your parents specifically instructed us to avoid using medicine. Right now, the best approach is through dietary therapy to strengthen her body, but she can't keep anything down." Nathan carried a bowl of porridge to her bedside. He took her hand, his usual coldness replaced by something raw and pleading. "Phoebe, please. For me, for our child, eat something. Just a little, okay?" Phoebe turned her face away without a word. In just a few days, she had become a shadow of herself. Her skin was pale, her cheeks sunken, and her once graceful frame had thinned alar

"Mr. Marshal, your wife has suddenly developed a high fever and lost consciousness. We can't wake her up." The doctor, following Phoebe's instructions, called Nathan. His voice was tense over the phone. "For her safety, we have no choice but to perform the C-section ahead of schedule. Where are you? You should come immediately.""...What? The surgery is early?" Nathan's breathing sounded unsteady. "...Okay, wait for me. I'll be there right away."At the same time, Phoebe made a video call to Clara and pressed record. As expected, Clara answered."Master, you wouldn't leave me now, would you?" Her voice was soft and sweet, dripping with feigned innocence. "We just started the foreplay. We haven't even gotten to the good part yet.""I don't have time. Phoebe is about to give birth. I need to be with her." Nathan hurriedly pulled on his clothes."You're not a doctor. What good will you do there?" Clara stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. "What she needs now is a doctor

After saying his piece, Nathan turned and walked away.Clara sat on the floor, her clothes in disarray, trembling with helpless rage. Her heart burned with resentment, but there was nothing she could do.The moment he left, Nathan rushed to the operating room.But when he arrived, the surgery had long since ended. The large, sterile room was empty except for a few nurses tidying up. Phoebe and the doctors were nowhere to be seen.A wave of confusion washed over him. What was going on? Where was Phoebe? Where was the baby?"Nurse," he called out, forcing down his panic. "The doctor called me earlier and said my wife was having surgery here. Where is she? Where's my child? And where are the doctors who performed the surgery?"The nurse glanced at him without much interest and snorted. "You must be Phoebe's husband. The surgery ended three hours ago. What took you so long to get here?"Nathan couldn't exactly admit he had been tangled up with his mistress, so he offered the first e