No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

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?”

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

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

“Go ahead.”

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

just a circuit board with numerous circuits and other components attached. Then,

under surveillance. Her usual bathing

looked oddly strange. She held a wire and gently touched a chip

access to electronic components, each call lasted only about ten seconds. Without the capability to receive signals, she could only

Radley’s phone isn’t set 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 that the Strategist is Jamie Fraser! We’re in a Floravalean-style villa surrounded by red maple trees.

and the towering walls blocked her

She quickly disassembled. some electronic components and flushed them down the toilet. Then, she climbed onto the sink, accessed the square ceiling, and moved one tile aside after a struggle

her hair, and hastily put on her robe before leaving the bathroom. Sitting at the vanity, Freya dried her

night seemed

a private airport, dressed castially

Monaghan, we must make arrangements before heading to Floravalea.”