Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Ignoring the fallen phone, Davey asked, “What did you just mention?”
“About what?” Still groggy, Casey pondered before responding, “My dad… Where are my parents? They’re not here, are they?”
Davey’s gaze grew icy as he scanned the room. It was a replica of her bedroom, which justified her confusion. “Casey, regarding your parents…”
Davey’s attempt to explain was cut off by Casey’s interruption.
“Could you get my mom? She’s probably worried since I had been unconscious before…”
Davey remained silent, his dark eyes locked on her, filled with unsaid words. Pausing, he echoed her words, “Your mom is worried?”
“Yes, why? What’s happening?”
“Casey…” Davey addressed her with a touch of coolness in his voice.
“Have you forgotten something important?”
Casey’s eyes, large and bewildered, reflected her confusion. “What should I remember?”
Davey probed further, “Casey, how many years have you lived?”
“I’m 18, aren’t I?”
Davey responded evenly, “And what about me?”
With a playful chuckle, Casey responded, “Isn’t it obvious? You’re 19, Davey, the finest protector of my family!”
Davey didn’t utter a word in response.
Casey gave him an appraising look, teasing, “How long was my nap? You appear much older, almost like you’re in your thirties. Maybe you should try some of my skincare products. It looks like the weather hasn’t been kind to you.
Despite his rigorous fitness regimen and good appearance, Davey’s appearance suggested he was in his thirties.
Casey, maintaining her youthful appearance without any aging signs, could easily pass for a woman in her thirties despite the years she had been asleep.
Davey’s expression, a blend of light and shadow, was hard to read.
Right then, there was a knock at the door.
“Enter,” Davey remarked.
A doctor entered the room.
Davey reassured Casey, “The doctor is here to check on you. There’s no need to worry.”
Casey acknowledged this with a weak nod.
Post-examination, Davey and the doctor stepped outside.
Davey’s commanding presence was palpable.
The doctor, in a timid voice, reported, “Mr. Glyn, she shows no physical abnormalities, but the clot in her brain persists, albeit smaller. The acupuncture seems to be working. Continuing the acupuncture might be beneficial…”
“Get to the point,” Davey cut him off sharply.
“Huh?” The doctor was puzzled.
Davey’s sneer was piercing. “Didn’t you notice her mental disorientation?” Casey had just claimed she was eighteen.
The doctor looked down. “I missed that, but she seems mentally stable.”
“Stable?” Davey’s smirk carried a trace of scorn. “Is that all you’ve gathered after your assessment?”
The doctor felt the weight of Davey’s icy stare, as if on trial. He knelt hastily, his plea for forgiveness echoing loudly. “Please, Mr. Glyn, I beg you to spare me…”
“Considering today marks Casey’s awakening, I’ll overlook this. However…” Davey’s temper flared as he grasped the doctor’s hair, his tone icy. “Roll your way out now!”
The mansion’s layout was intricate, featuring a ramp that led to the grand entrance on one side and descended into a deep basement on the other.
Without delay, the doctor scurried away, tumbling down the stairs in his haste. He resembled a rolling ball, swiftly descending step by step.
Relief washed over the doctor as he escaped with his life.
In recent years, Davey dismissed numerous doctors. Each dismissed doctor either met a tragic end or passed away suddenly.
The mere mention of Davey’s name sent shivers down the spines of many physicians. The pay was substantial, yet it was akin to risking their Lives. No sum of money was worth their Lives.
However, once Davey summoned them, refusing his call meant certain death. The fortunate ones survived a year or two more.
The villa’s atmosphere was eerily silent. The servants moved with utmost caution, avoiding any noise.
Standing at the basement entrance, Davey’s face was unreadable. He then proceeded to the master bedroom.
The servant guarding Casey’s room greeted Davey with respect, “Mr. Glyn.”
With a simple gesture from Davey, the servant promptly exited.
Approaching Casey’s bed, Davey noticed she was still awake. She looked at him, her voice tinged with sadness. “Davey, why hasn’t my mother arrived yet?”
Davey took a seat beside Casey, placing one hand gently beside her leg and using the other to smooth her tousled hair, speaking softly.
“Your mother won’t be coming.”
“Why not?” Casey’s voice was filled with disbelief as she grabbed his hand.
Davey’s eyes lingered on her hand, clasping his with trust, his heart swelling with an unfamiliar warmth. “They’ve traveled abroad for a holiday. Your memories are just a bit mixed up.”
“My memories are mixed up?” Casey questioned, struggling to grasp the situation.
Gently caressing her hair, Davey reassured her, “Your memories will return gradually.”
Casey made a face, expressing her longing, “I really want to hear from my mom. Could you get her to call me?”
“They are far away, near the Pacific border, so getting in touch right now is tricky.”
Tears started to gather in Casey’s eyes, and she seemed downhearted.
“Have I forgotten many things?”
Noticing her distress, Davey gently proposed, “You seem weary. Why not rest a bit more?”
Casey agreed with a nod.
Davey assisted her in getting comfortable and tucked her in. Then, he softly kissed her on the forehead. “Sleep now. I’ll fill you in on what you’ve missed once you’re awake.”
Casey was taken aback. “Davey, how could you kiss me?”
Davey gave her a teasing look. “Don’t you remember, Casey? We’re a couple, and we’ve shared many close moments.”
“We’re a couple?” This news seemed to astonish Casey.
Davey chose not to answer directly, leaning in and murmuring, “Would you prefer to listen now, or would you rather rest?”
Casey looked troubled. “My head is hurting…”
“All right. Get some rest, then.” Davey gazed at Casey.
Davey was not in a hurry. After all, he thought he and Casey had all the time in the world.
Casey closed her beautiful eyes. After a while, her breathing gradually steadied. When Davey saw this, the expression on his face started to change. The tenderness he had shown just now instantly vanished. It was replaced by a growing cloud of darkness.
Davey reached out and caressed her sleeping face, and countless memories flooded back into his mind.
When Davey met Casey, the Glyn family had already considered him an outcast.
That was because his father, Jayceon, disobeyed his grandfather and married a woman with no background. Jayceon was kicked out of the Glyn family for this.
Jayceon was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and he had never tasted the bitter pill of poverty.
But his married life with Clemmie Brown, his wife, was never easy.
The love they initially had for each other was gradually shattered by the heavy weight of financial woes. As their bills piled up, so did their fights.
Until one day, Jayceon finally abandoned Clemmie and their young son, Davey. Jayceon left them with nothing but heartache.
Clemmie, desperate and furious, rented a car, found Jayceon on the road, and accelerated the car to hit him.
This resulted in a fiery wreckage that took both their lives on the spot.
At that time, Davey was barely a teen. But the tragedy made him an orphan. He could not resist when a neighbor took him in. However, this neighbor was a cruel drunkard whose Life was also in shambles.