My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

After leaving the hospital, Freya drove back to the Kaufmann Residence.

As she drove, a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and her eyes sparkled with happiness.

The heavy burden on her heart seemed to have been lifted all at once, leaving her with a sense of relief and lightness in her chest.

The surgery had been successful.

Freya was in a good mood, and her heightened alertness had cased considerably.

A gray car followed her at a distance, tracking her until she reached the gates of the Kaufmann Residence.

The man in the car held professional photography equipment and discreetly captured moments of Freya getting out of her car and closing the door.

Back at home, Freya was immediately interrogated by Sylvia.

“You took your brother to the airport and didn’t return until now! Don’t you think you should explain yourself?” Sylvia’s tone was one of reprimand.

Freya looked helpless. “Mom, when I took my brother to the airport yesterday, Isabella also came over. She said she was bored at home and asked me to go over to her place to hang out.”

Sylvia stared at Freya suspiciously. “Really? Then, why didn’t you call me to let me know? Do you know how worried I was at home?”

Freya wore an apologetic expression and smiled awkwardly.

“Isabella and I were having such a good time yesterday, and we had a bit of wine during dinner. I completely forgot to call.”

“You drank again?!” Sylvia glared.

Freya hurriedly made her escape upstairs. “Mom, I’m an adult now. What’s wrong with having a little wine?”

Seeing Freya flee as if she had done something wrong, Sylvia finally let go of her doubts.

It seemed that Freya did stay at Isabella’s place last night.

In the following days, Freya would leave early in the morning and return late at night, always with a simple excuse.

She was now the director of the herbal sachets brand that was about to be established under the Monaghan Group. Though she held the title of director, she was essentially a brand partner.

to

suspicions at all.

and the hospital, and Braxton’s condition improved

the Kaufmann Group, Freya

Ten days passed.

the

bouquet in his hand. “Braxton, you didn’t tell me about such a big thing. You’re not a good friend!” Matthew complained.

saw Freya, immediately smiling brightly. “Frey, you’re here.”

and casually took the flowers

know any better, they’d think you’re here to confess your feelings to

into the vase on the bedside table.

“I think red roses look

of them chatted for a while, and Isabella arrived with the breakfast she had brought, which

wife, serving the soup, feeding Braxton, and even wiping the corners of his mouth with a

is truly frightening,” Matthew commented. “It’s like Isabella

eyes as

like you haven’t changed at

if you’re reassured?” Braxton

them joking and stood up, saying, “Brax, since you have someone here to accompany you, I’ll see Dr. Griffiths to check on your recent test results.”

“Okay.”

leaving the recuperation building, Freya walked toward

was far from the recuperation building, and Ethan’s

were within the normal range. The one-in- a-million risk had not materialized.

expression. “Everything looks fine. In

“That’s great. Thank you again, Dr.

drawer, smiling. “I should be the one thanking you, Professor Harlan. I never expected that the first surgery of this disease in Caltun would be one that I

there was nothing more

with Ethan for a while with a smile before leaving the administrative building. The building was close to

reached the ground floor, she noticed a crowd of people gathered at

going on? Are they protesting?” Freya was puzzled and took

realized that several vans parked at the hospital

the crowd were both reporters and