My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Inken’s tone grew serious as he spoke, “I’ll arrange for someone to go to Caltun General Hospital right away to retrieve Jamie and Edward’s medical records.”

After ending the call, Braxton’s expression hardened. He had suspected the other party was trying to get close to the Kaufmann Family, but he hadn’t anticipated their success. It became clear to him that Freyal rescuing Edward was part of a larger conspiracy.

The following morning, Freya headed to the dining room, her mind racing with thoughts on how to get more electronic parts, especially batteries.

To her surprise, everyone was already at the table. Jamie was seated at the head, with Edward beside him. Russell, Maddox, and Lucius were also present. Everyone appeared fine except for Maddox, who looked pale.

Edward’s eyes lit up when he saw her. “Frea, you’re here.

“Yes, were you all waiting for me?” she asked.

Jamie smiled politely. “Edward would like to join you for breakfast, and I was just about to arrange for someone to fetch you.

Freya glanced at Lucius and Russell and noticed a subtle tension.

“Since Frea and the specialists are here specifically for my treatment, I thought it would be fitting to meet everyone and express my gratitude,” Edward said with a smile.

She nodded, and from the corner of her eye, she noticed Maddox perched on the edge of his seat, his legs. trembling beneath the table. Then, she smiled and took her seat. “Edward, considering your illness, you should rest more. No need to rise early for breakfast.”

Breakfast that morning was surprisingly quiet; even the typically chatty Lucius said nothing.

On the other hand, Edward remained focused on Freya, seemingly undisturbed by his cancer diagnosis. “Frea, give this a try,” he said, placing a deboned fish on her plate.

She looked at him and said, “You should also eat more. It might not be pleasant, but it’s crucial for your recovery and your body’s well-being.”

He nodded and ate his porridge.

Later, she told Jamie, “Starting today, I’ll handle Edward’s meals since his digestive system is quite sensitive.”

Jamie grinned mischievously. “No objections here. Miss Kaufmann oversees our meals and accommodations, so it’s your call.”

After breakfast, Freya headed to her office while Jamie assisted Edward back to his room. Once inside the room, Edward suddenly felt nauseous, pushing away his brother’s hand and rushing into the bathroom.

The retching sound came from behind the bathroom door, and Jamie’s face turned solemn.

Edward emerged from the bathroom, visibly unsteady.

to Edward’s side with concern etched across his

voice was raspy due to his recent bout of vomiting. “I think I overeat this morning. My stomach. felt off while

furrowed his brow. “Why didn’t

“I didn’t want Frea to

but notice how much weight his brother had lost. Edward used to be a star player on the Evergreen University basketball team, lean but muscular. But

left the

sat in the office with concerned

going to go through this every morning, are

she heard their concerns. She reassured them, saying, “Don’t worry, we won’t. She knew Jamie wouldn’t allow Edward to join them daily, even if they wanted

thought, the office door swung

up and saw Jamie standing there.

you step outside for a moment,

passed over him. He had little patience for those he considered useless. Since this

Jamie’s icy gaze. “Let’s talk

informed Freya about Edward vomiting

continues to

empty stomach. Even if he throws up. he’s still getting some nutrients. We can supplement

her close relationship with Edward, he decided not

She knew there were one or two batteries in it, but she knew the office might be under surveillance, making it risky to

stayed focused on her research into refining targeted drugs. She hadn’t given up on helping Edward and was doing everything she could to slow the progression of his cancer.

Jamie had allotted was proving insufficient. Hence, she needed to figure out how to

they decided to take a leisurely stroll in the garden. While they were walking, he

can roses bloom at this time of year?”

the flowerbed tucked in the

it was now late

replied with

a flower, but as soon as his fingers touched the petals, he winced in

to his side and asked,

into a sweat, and his body trembled slightly. However, he kept his eyes fixed on the

back to his bed and

somewhat guilty. “Did I interrupt your weekend livestream? And what about your fragrance brand with the

a smile, “Don’t worry about the live stream. Everything’s fine. And as for the fragrance brand, there’s a vice president in charge, so