Diary of Fragile Heart (Spin of Loving You Too Long)

The news about Flavia’s memory returning spread so quickly, even though initially only Abigail and Gladwin knew about it. For the time being, they decided to keep it a secret because they wanted to buy time to come up with a new plan regarding the two options Julie had given Flavia. Flavia hadn’t even informed her parents about her memory returning yet, but now she had to prepare herself to confront her mother-in-law.

Yes, her mother-in-law who was also her step-grandmother.

The middle-aged woman suddenly appeared at Flavia’s workplace with her chosen daughter-in-law, none other than Phoebe Madsen. Flavia didn’t feel scared by their presence, but she, who usually didn’t harbor any anger towards anyone, now had to stain her heart because of one name: Phoebe.

Flavia didn’t hate her step-grandmother. As a woman, she also understood that Julie’s desires were reasonable for any mother in the world. She just wanted her son’s life to be happy and their family name to continue with the arrival of descendants.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Flavia also knew that Julie Hampton didn’t fundamentally dislike her. It was evident from all the kindness Flavia received since she got to know and befriend Abigail, and even the affection of that woman increased after Flavia’s father married Julie’s youngest daughter.

Flavia knew that Julie’s drastic change at present was due to the negative influence of the woman who was now sitting arrogantly beside her. Both women entered Flavia’s room without permission and sat on the sofa as if they owned the place, while Flavia stood stunned behind her desk.

“I heard that your memory has returned,” the statement came out before Flavia could engage in small talk.

“Yes, recently,” she replied frankly. “Would you like something to drink?” she offered. The elderly woman asked for a hot beverage.

Shortly after, Flavia’s employee arrived with three cups of hot drinks and several types of snacks. “I was waiting for you to come to the house and inform me of your condition, but it seems you had no intention of visiting me,” her mother-in-law commented while sipping the scent of jasmine tea in her hand. Flavia fell silent; she had no defense or reason to respond to her mother-in-law’s statement.

“Don’t tell me you also asked Gladwin not to visit his mother, Via,” Phoebe interjected. Flavia could only stare at the woman with a blank expression. Her mouth chose to remain silent. She didn’t want to engage in verbal sparring with the woman as it felt utterly pointless.

“Why did Grandma suddenly come here? Is there anything I can help you with?” Flavia redirected her attention entirely to her mother-in-law and step-grandmother. She chose to ignore Phoebe’s presence, behaving as if the woman were just a living statue.

Julie’s old hand waved gently. “There’s no need for anything; I just wanted to see you,” she replied, placing the glass on her coaster and gazing at Flavia with both hands resting on her knees. “How about your memories during the last ten months? Did they disappear with the return of your old memories after the coma?” she inquired.

Flavia could guess where this conversation was heading, so she prepared herself mentally. “No, Grandma. All my memories are intact.”

“So, do you remember what I said at the apartment that time?” she asked again, and Flavia nodded in response. “So, do you have any good news for me now?”

Flavia shook her head, but a smile still lingered on her face. “Unfortunately, there is no good news yet,” she replied honestly.

“Then, have you made a decision if, within the next two months, you are still not pregnant?” Julie’s back straightened, as did the woman beside her who looked at Flavia with a satisfied and mocking smile on her face.

Flavia stared at her grandmother with an emotionless gaze. “May I ask you something?”

Julie’s eyebrow raised. “Just ask.”

“When you came to the apartment last time, honestly, at that time, I was still confused. Losing my memory made me unable to refute or question, because I myself was not sure of my condition at that time. But now, after my memory has returned, I am no longer confused about my identity.

“So I want to ask you. Are you sure that the two options you offered me will make Uncle happy?” she asked with a more pressing tone.

Her grandmother’s eyebrows furrowed, while the woman beside her stared sharply. “What do you mean by that question?” she asked cynically, but Flavia chose to ignore it.

“Why are you asking like that?” Julie questioned after Phoebe’s question went unanswered for a while.

“I don’t mean to be disrespectful to you. But the issue of having children is not something that humans can measure. It’s not what humans want, then they get it.

“Isn’t it excessive for you to set a deadline for me to have a child within a year just because of my condition?” she continued with a flat tone. Julie Hampton was taken aback. “What happened to me was just a doctor’s prediction. And doctors are only human, they cannot defy fate. Like Uncle Harry, who could only have a child after five years of marriage, while the doctor said they were both healthy. Couldn’t that also apply to me?”

“That’s clearly different. Because your uterus is injured,” Phoebe replied heatedly, but Flavia chose to ignore her again.

“Grandma, don’t you really want to give Uncle and me a chance? Didn’t Dr. Madsen agree to give me a consultation?” This time Flavia looked at Phoebe, as did her grandmother. “The last time you were here, you told me that you were willing to give me a gynecological consultation. Doesn’t that mean, according to you, I still have a chance to get pregnant?” Flavia raised one eyebrow while Phoebe looked surprised. “If you give me a chance, maybe I can try a fertility program.”

“I only said that as a formality,” Phoebe replied stiffly. “Besides, Auntie, remember your age,” she persuaded again. “And Gladwin’s age is not young anymore, Auntie.”

“There’s no menopause for men, Doctor. You should know that. As far as I know, many men can still have children at an older age.”

“But the problem here is you. You have a low pregnancy rate,” Phoebe responded again.

“But that doesn’t mean I won’t be able to get pregnant at all, right? The percentage you mentioned is not insignificant,” Flavia retorted, unwilling to give in. “Remember, you are only Doctors, not God,” Flavia retorted. “And even if Grandma believes in the doctor’s diagnosis, I want to know something else. All this time, you know that Uncle and I love each other, and you also know that issues of offspring are God’s blessing. Uncle’s happiness is with me, and vice versa.

“With the two options you’ve offered, are you sure they will make Uncle happy? Because I’m sure Uncle won’t be happy. In the end, three people will be hurt. You, me, and Uncle.”