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."

Harry agreed without hesitation. "I'll let her

without warning, he scooped Lilian into his

body went weak, and a blush crept up her cheeks. "Didn't you just

the lace lingerie underneath. Harry's grin turned

lightly slapped his chest. "You're

laughed, unabashed. "But you

day, Wendy was in

was unusually warm and motherly. "Wendy, I was wrong at

Cecelia poked her head out. "Don't go! She's just Harry's

age, she's still acting like

busy." She wanted to hang

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

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

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

but was a self-made man. Unlike Harry, who had been a university graduate in his time, her father's life

words 'For my Wendy' on the label. She had once had

opened the wine and poured two glasses, one for herself and

glanced at her and asked coolly, "How

made Lilian's hand tremble, nearly spilling her

he... He died of illness. I've told

in one go. She

"I have things to do. I'm leaving."

"Who are

Wendy with a lecherous gaze. His grin was slimy and overtly

down her drink. "Wendy, this is Dr. Whalen from the naturopathy center. He can convince

curling into a cold

dropped the pretense of motherly affection. "Wendy, sleep with Dr. Whalen, and Jessica