No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

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.

establishment approaching, she needed to be present every

no

the hospital, and Braxton’s condition improved

of the Kaufmann Group, Freya felt at

Ten days passed.

It was the weekend.

Braxton’s ward, she saw Matthew standing there, holding a bouquet in his hand.

turned his head and saw Freya,

and casually took the flowers from

brings red roses? If people don’t know any better, they’d think you’re here

spoke, she inserted the flowers into the vase on

“I think red roses

Isabella arrived with the breakfast she

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

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

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

into laughter. “It seems like you

Braxton threw a pillow

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

“Okay.”

Freya walked

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

test results. All the values were within the normal range. The

a pleased expression. “Everything looks fine. In three days,

great. Thank

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

there was nothing more fulfilling

a while with a smile before leaving the

she noticed a crowd of people gathered at

protesting?” Freya was puzzled and took a few

vans parked at the hospital gate belonged

both reporters