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?”

Freya because she hadn’t expected him to notice. So, she retorted, “That equipment is for drug research, not running tests.”

past five. I’ll head back to my room after dinner. Mr. Fraser, is there anything

“Go ahead.”

change of clothes, and entered the bathroom. Once inside, she took several deep breaths, checked for surveillance devices, and approached the toilet.

It was just a circuit board with numerous circuits and other components attached. Then, she took

ready, Freya began assembling them. Time was of the essence, as her bedroom was under surveillance. Her usual bathing time was about thirty minutes, and she couldn’t afford to raise any

a wire and gently touched a chip on the board to test it. A number appeared on the screen. So, she quickly

electronic components, each call lasted only about

She paused and continued, “I’m in Floravalea! The three professors I was working with have been kidnapped. Tell Braxton that the Strategist is Jamie Fraser! We’re in a Floravalean-style villa surrounded by red maple trees. The courtyard has a

low. Freya had only glimpsed the villa’s garden, and the towering walls blocked her view, leaving her with

Then, she climbed onto the sink, accessed the square ceiling, and moved

before leaving the bathroom. Sitting at the vanity, Freya dried her hair,

night seemed

private airport, dressed castially and accompanied by

make arrangements before heading