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?”

attentiveness surprised Freya because she hadn’t expected him to notice. So,

the living room. She glanced at the clock and said, “It’s past five. I’ll head back to my room after dinner.

“Go ahead.”

bedroom, gathered her change of clothes, and entered the bathroom. Once inside, she took several

opened the toilet tank cover and retrieved a sealed bag containing a makeshift “mobile phone.” It was just a circuit board with numerous circuits and other components attached. Then, she took a chip from her sleeve, its golden circuit

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

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

have a phone number. Plus, due to her limited access to electronic components, each call lasted only about ten seconds. Without the capability to receive signals, she could only speak but couldn’t hear any responses.

Freya!” 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 tall white wall, at least 16 feet

were concise, but her battery was running low. Freya had only glimpsed the villa’s garden, and the towering walls blocked her view, leaving her with no other clues to offer Radley. She added, “No matter what happens, I

down the toilet. Then, she climbed onto the sink, accessed the square ceiling, and moved one tile aside after a struggle to

bathroom. Sitting at the vanity, Freya dried her hair, her heart pounding with

seemed

a private airport, dressed castially and accompanied by

must make arrangements before