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.

needed to be

suspicions at

hospital, and Braxton’s condition

care of the Kaufmann Group, Freya

Ten days passed.

the

his hand. “Braxton, you didn’t tell me about such a big thing. You’re not a

head and saw Freya, immediately smiling brightly.

the flowers from

red roses? If people don’t know

she inserted the flowers into the vase on

eyebrow. “I think red roses look the

of them chatted for a while, and Isabella arrived with the

as Isabella displayed the demeanor of a virtuous wife, serving the soup, feeding Braxton, and even wiping the corners of

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

narrowed her eyes as she turned to him. “Matthew, are you looking for trouble?”

into laughter. “It seems like you

reassured?” Braxton threw a pillow at

the three of them joking and stood up, saying, “Brax, since you have someone here to accompany you, I’ll see Dr.

“Okay.”

recuperation building, Freya walked toward the administrative

General Hospital was far from the recuperation building, and Ethan’s office was on the top floor.

values were within

looks fine. In

also felt relieved. “That’s great. Thank you again, Dr. Grilliths.”

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

there was nothing more fulfilling than

while with a smile before leaving the administrative building. The building

noticed a crowd of people

Are they protesting?” Freya was puzzled and took a

realized that several vans parked at the hospital gate

crowd were both reporters and