My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

When Freya walked into Edward’s room, Jamie stood by her side and was attentive to her every move. He quickly pulled out a chair and joined her when she sat down.

However, Edward hesitated before saying, “Frea, I’ve heard from Jamie about my condition. I have stomach cancer, and it might be advanced-stage, right?”

A wave of sorrow washed over Freya. She reached out and gently held his hand. “Don’t worry. I’ll do everything I can to help you get better.”

He glanced at their intertwined hands, finding comfort in Freya’s support despite the grim circumstances. He knew it would demand a lot from her, but with his life on the line, he allowed himself to enjoy this final indulgence. He squeezed her hand and said, “Thank you for being here with me.”

She offered a reassuring smile. “It’s nothing. Now that you’re awake, we can run some tests that we couldn’t do earlier. Can you stand?”

He tried to get up, but his prolonged bed rest had weakened him. As he wobbled, Jamie quickly supported him. Then, they headed to the medical equipment room, where Freya conducted the necessary tests. Afterward, she accompanied Edward to his bed, with Jamie trailing behind. She stayed for a while before exiting the room.

Once outside the room, Jamie’s demeanor turned indifferent, contrasting his earlier demeanor.

However, she shot him a scornful look before turning to leave.

He followed her until they exited the corridor and asked, “Why didn’t you use the medical equipment 1 brought from Caltun?”

surprised Freya because she hadn’t expected him to notice. So, she retorted, “That equipment is

talking, they reached the living room. She glanced at the clock and said, “It’s past five. I’ll head back to my room after dinner. Mr. Fraser, is there anything else?”

“Go ahead.”

entered the bathroom. Once inside, she took several

the toilet tank cover and retrieved a sealed bag containing a makeshift “mobile phone.” It was just a circuit board with numerous circuits

tools ready, Freya began assembling them. Time was of the essence, as her bedroom was under surveillance.

operational, it still looked oddly strange. She held a wire and gently touched a chip on the board to

number. Plus, due to her limited access to electronic components,

to block unknown numbers,” Freya whispered, seeing a signal light on the circuit board illuminate. “Radley, it’s Freya!” She paused and continued, “I’m in Floravalea! The three professors I was working with have been kidnapped. Tell Braxton

the towering walls blocked her view, leaving her with no other clues to offer Radley. She added, “No matter

down the toilet. Then, she climbed onto the sink, accessed the square ceiling,

Freya dried her hair, her heart pounding with anxiety. She didn’t know if Radley had. heard her. After drying her hair, she

seemed endless.

Radley arrived at a private airport, dressed castially

make arrangements before