The Heartbreak Prescription

At the Crone family villa...

Night had fallen. Lilian sat in the living room in a silk nightgown, waiting for Harry.

In her younger years, she had been a stunning southern beauty, cherished by Jerry, who spoiled her to the point where she never had to lift a finger for household chores. Later, she remarried Harry, who inherited Jerry's business empire and expanded it further. Her role as a wealthy wife was well-established, and with her meticulous self-care, she still exuded charm despite her age.

The villa's main door opened as a maid let Harry in.

Lilian's face lit up with joy. She rushed to greet him, helping him remove his suit jacket. "Honey, why are you home so late?"

Unlike Jerry's honest and reserved demeanor, Harry had always been dashing and flirtatious in his youth. Now, as a CEO, he carried an air of authority that made Lilian utterly infatuated with him.

"I had a business dinner," Harry replied casually.

As he spoke, Lilian caught a familiar scent on his suit-perfume from his new secretary.

Her smile faded, replaced by anger. "Were you with that secretary again?"

Harry frowned, clearly displeased. "Lilian, stop being paranoid. Instead of wasting energy on this nonsense, why don't you focus on cheering Jessica up? She's upset that Dr. Ceylan refused to treat her. I'm tired. I'm going upstairs."

He turned to leave.

Lilian suddenly called out, "I found a way to get Dr. Ceylan to help Jessica."

Harry froze mid-step and turned back, his expression immediately softening. He wrapped an arm around Lilian's shoulder. "Lilian, you're amazing. You never let me down. You're my treasure."

Harry was a master at sweet-talking, perfectly catering to Lilian's delicate sensibilities.

Lilian leaned into his embrace, her tone uettish she playfully scolded him "On one condition-you have to fire that secretary."

hesitation. "I'll

warning, he scooped

crept up her cheeks. "Didn't you just say

underneath. Harry's grin turned wicked. "With you looking

lightly slapped his chest. "You're

laughed, unabashed. "But you like it, don't

in her apartment when Lilian

I was wrong at the hospital. I've prepared all

poked her head out. "Don't

her age, she's still acting like a lovesick

busy." She wanted to hang

"Wendy, your father buried a bottle of wine when you were born, meant to be opened when

long lashes trembled slightly. Lilian always knew how to hit her

villa. Harry and Jessica weren't home, and Lilian had indeed prepared an elaborate meal. On the table sat the bottle of wine, with the words 'For my Wendy' clumsily written in

who had been a university graduate in his time, her father's life

my Wendy' on the label. She had once had a happy childhood; her father had

be in high spirits, her face glowing with vitality. She opened the wine and poured two glasses,

coolly, "How

made Lilian's hand tremble, nearly spilling

averted her gaze. "Wendy, he... He died of illness. I've told you before, but you wouldn't understand.

chuckled coldly and emptied her glass in one go. She would find out the truth

stood. "I have things to do. I'm leaving." As she

"Who are

scanned Wendy with a lecherous gaze. His grin was slimy

Whalen from the naturopathy center. He can convince Dr. Ceylan to treat

her lips curling into a cold smile.

dropped the pretense of motherly affection. "Wendy, sleep