Cesilia placed her phone on the car's dashboard after reading the message sent by Tomas. The middle-aged man had warned Cesilia to return home soon since she was only allowed a two-hour window to be outside. Tomas had restricted Cesilia and Maxime's movements within the house, not wanting anyone to know about his sinister plan for his own son.Tomas didn't want anyone to realize he was plotting something terrible for his own child. While he didn't want to harm Maxime himself, the condition Maxime was in could be deemed unsuitable for living, so he followed his secretary's suggestion to eliminate Maxime altogether.However, Cesilia stood up against it, thus saving Maxime's life. If not for Cesilia, it was almost certain that Maxime would not have survived. With the remaining time, Cesilia headed to the house she had recently bought. Perhaps she would sell the house after this, instead of using the debit card Alexander had given her.Her purpose in going there was not to beg, but to see

As a host, Casandra naturally had to welcome her guest properly. So, before she met Cesilia in the living room, Casandra first stopped by the kitchen and asked her house assistant to prepare a drink for Cesilia.Only then did she proceed to meet Cesilia in the living room. Initially, Yasmin wanted to accompany Casandra to meet Cesilia, but when they passed by Yasmin's room, Casandra asked her to enter and stay in the room. She didn't want her sister to overhear the conversation between her and Cesilia, knowing Yasmin's temperamental nature.They were quite different. Even though they shared the same parents, there were still noticeable differences between the two of them."Good afternoon, Miss," Casandra greeted, trying to keep a composed expression on her face, not wanting Cesilia to see the nervousness that now enveloped her. After all, Cesilia was the former wife of her husband; there was a certain awkwardness she felt.Especially since Cesilia's and Alexander's marriage had ended.

"What do you mean, Alex?""I started thinking that Yasmin's rejections might be related to Frans. Haven't you noticed that recently they seem to be close, even exchanging glances at the dinner table? I haven't paid much attention due to work, but I could sense that Frans has feelings for Yasmin, and vice versa. They also spend time alone together on the back terrace. Though when I'm around, they just seem to have regular conversations.""If that's the case, Alex?""Are you suggesting that Frans and Yasmin might be in a relationship?"Casandra nodded. "Yes, then what about Robert? Of course, he might feel it's unfair since Yasmin rejected him but accepted Frans.""I don't think Robert would think that way because as far as I know, he's mature and understands the situation. If Yasmin does fall for Frans, he wouldn't force his wishes. Besides, there's no harm in Yasmin pursuing her own love life. She's grown up now and can determine what's right and wrong. As for Frans being a widower, t

Before entering, Frans assessed the condition of Maxime's house. He didn't want anything that could cause trouble for him and Yasmin later on. Even though he had already sent a friend to help, he still needed to be cautious. Today was the second day that his friend had been carrying out the task. And today, taking advantage of having no work at the hospital, as promised, Frans would make time to check on Maxime's condition and inspect the work of the doctor he had sent.He was afraid that Tomas might interfere with the work in progress. Frans didn't want his reputation to be tarnished in Cesilia's eyes, so he had to be actively involved."It's fine, let's stop by here first before we go shopping," Frans said."Sure, Frans," Yasmin nodded, tightening her grip on his hand.Since a while ago, it was Frans who had been holding her hand, and now she wanted to reciprocate his actions. She wasn't afraid of being seen by others while they were outside. At home, Yasmin was a bit hesitant to sh

Frans immediately reached out his hand to the woman and kissed the back of her hand."Mother, let me introduce you to Yasmin, my girlfriend.""Girlfriend?" the middle-aged woman repeated, observing Yasmin from head to toe. "Frans, you're not joking, right? Is this really your girlfriend? Whose niece did you pay to pretend to be your girlfriend?""Mother...," Frans interjected. "Please don't let your teasing strain our relationship.""Well, come on, she's so young and beautiful, she surely wouldn't be interested in a widower like you.""Mom," Frans cautioned again, and the middle-aged woman rubbed her temple."Get to know Mother first. My name is Tiara, Frans' mother.""Yasmin." She extended her hand to introduce herself, not forgetting to kiss the back of the middle-aged woman's hand."Don't listen to Mother. It's all just playful banter," Frans said, lightening the mood.However, Yasmin was already too scared to face the woman. Sensing Yasmin's nervousness, Tiara immediately embraced