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

“Julie, know that I truly didn’t expect this to happen,” Penelope Madsen’s complaint could be heard coming from her mouth.

Abigail raised her head and watched the changing numbers above while tapping her foot impatiently.

“Gladwin really has insulted you this time. He even got married without your blessing. Isn’t this outrageous? Indirectly, he has insulted you as well.”

Finally, the Lady Rouge began to try to ignite her grandmother’s anger. Abigail saw a dark aura surrounding her. How could she not, when demons were whispering? The poison was starting to work and filling her grandmother’s mind with the unclear chirping coming from the Lady Rouge’s mouth.

“He is your last son in the family. And shamelessly, he married secretly. Isn’t his action disgraceful? What will people say when they find out about this? A Doctor who can’t respect his own mother, choosing to marry without approval and secretly. I think you should avoid the public for a while,” she continued.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Abigail noticed that Julie Hampton had started to be swayed by the instigation. She was sure, in a moment, Julie Hampton would transform beautifully like Princess Fiona in the movie Shrek.

Abigail needed the right words as a response to give to the Lady Rouge. Perhaps she should borrow the magic mirror of Queen Ravena to give to the Lady Rouge so she and her daughter could reflect upon themselves.

The elevator doors finally opened, and they entered one by one. Abigail pressed the button for the first floor before she commented, “I think what Grandma Madsen said, Grandma, is true. It’s better for you and Grandma Madsen to avoid your socialite events for a while. Otherwise, you will be embarrassed by people’s gossip.” Her words sounded regretful, but Abigail was trying hard to hold back a smile by biting her inner lip.

“Why should I stop gathering with my friends?” Lady Rouge asked, puzzled. Her eyes blinked quickly towards Abigail.

‘What does she want, to crumble this gingerbread cookie?’ Abigail thought, annoyed. Abigail leaned against the elevator wall and folded her arms casually while her eyebrows furrowed, her expression showing as if she were deep in thought.

“Well, Grandma Madsen, everyone in your social circle knows that my grandmother and you are very close, sticking together like the glue used to catch mice. People will definitely think that my grandmother and you have a very close relationship, and they might even think that you are related. Isn’t that right?” Abigail answered persuasively. Lady Rouge nodded in agreement.

“And if your social circle friends find out about this, it means you will also be embarrassed by them because they will think that Dr. Madsen, who was supposed to be married to Dr. Hampton, was eventually left behind because Dr. Hampton secretly married someone else.

“They will pity Dr. Madsen for being abandoned. And you can’t demand accountability from my grandmother or the attitude of your friends who embarrassed you, because my grandmother is just as embarrassed since her son got married without telling her anything. Won’t you both end up being pitied?” Abigail said again with a sad expression.

But Abigail didn’t feel any sadness at all; instead, she felt like she was playing in a comedy drama. Abigail glanced at the two middle-aged women alternately before finally looking at Phoebe. The three women were clearly equally pale, which made Abigail struggle even harder to hold back laughter.

“Do you know the hurtful remarks people will make?” Abigail once again caught the attention of the three women.

“What?” They all asked simultaneously.

“Are you sure you want to hear it? This sentence is not suitable to be uttered, but you will eventually hear it.”

“Just say it, don’t beat around the bush,” Mrs. Madsen commanded Abigail.

“You will hear them comment like this, ‘No wonder Mrs. Hampton’s son chose to marry secretly because his son’s choice of woman is far better than his mother’s choice. I heard besides being twelve years younger than Mrs. Hampton’s son, the girl is also of Italian-American descent. Her parents are entrepreneurs, an old-money family that won’t be poor for generations. Of course, Mrs. Hampton’s son is more logical to marry a girl rather than marrying a single mother Mrs. Hampton set him up with.'”

Abigail’s words clearly aimed at Phoebe. And the woman immediately glared back at Abigail with anger. Meanwhile, Penelope Madsen looked pale and tense.

“That’s probably the sentence you’ll hear if you insist on gathering,” Abigail continued with a fake innocent smile. In her silence, Penelope confirmed Abigail’s words, and the middle-aged women couldn’t offer any rebuttal, including Phoebe Madsen.

Abigail praised herself inwardly and thought she should start spreading her wings into the acting world or perhaps apply to be an infotainment host because of her clever sarcastic remarks that could easily provoke others’ anger.

Abigail pressed the car remote in her hand and asked her grandmother to get in. As she saw the two women behind her walking, she stopped, raised her hand, and restrained them from entering her car.

“Sorry, ladies. I’m not your personal chauffeur. So, you can order a taxi to go home. I’m sure you both have plenty of money to pay for the fare,” she said before getting into the car, once again infuriating the two women.

Abigail didn’t hate widows. No, God forbid she wasn’t that envious girl. She even greatly admired the inspirational figures of women who managed to be the backbone of their families, especially if they were widows left by their husbands.

For her, these women-especially wives and mothers-were warriors. However, she still differentiated people based on how they behaved, how they maintained themselves, and their reputation. In Phoebe Madsen’s case, Abigail clearly disliked her personality, which indirectly always emphasized her status as a widow. Moreover, the woman always manipulated her innocent child to carry out her cunning intentions.

Women like Phoebe were the type that damaged the dignity of widows. Women who had no shame in pursuing someone who already had another woman in his life.

Love? Abigail was sure that the woman did not possess genuine love for Gladwin. The love Abigail knew was nothing like the love in Phoebe’s thoughts.

The true love that Abigail knew was the love shared between Gladwin and Flavia. One sacrificing to avoid causing harm and wanting to bring happiness to the other, while the other struggled to convince the former.

Her grandmother remained silent throughout the journey back home. Quiet. Not even a tremor. ‘Is she a cellphone or something?’ If Abigail hadn’t seen the movement of her chest when the elderly woman took a breath, she might have rushed her grandmother to the emergency room.

Abigail knew that her grandmother was sulking and needed to be persuaded. But sorry, Abigail wasn’t in the mood to seek her grandmother’s attention. ‘Even if you were happy, you wouldn’t give me extra pocket money.’ Abigail thought. She felt better seeing her grandmother silent like a statue than rambling nonsensically. She hoped to receive enlightenment that her approach all along was wrong.

“Oh God, can’t You give her proper guidance? Open her mind and heart. Because apparently, merely opening her eyes isn’t enough to make her realize what’s right and what’s wrong,” Abigail prayed silently in her heart.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Phoebe was raging. Her anger seemed uncontrollable. Her eyes were red, as was her face. The veins on her neck bulged. She stared at her mother as if she were a piece of meat to be torn apart.

“I told you to let me handle everything my way. Now look what happened? Gladwin secretly married that whore!” she cursed angrily. “I told you that Gladwin is the kind of person who will act recklessly when he’s cornered!” she yelled harshly at her mother, who was now sitting with her legs crossed and arms folded across her chest.

“Exactly what can you do?” Her mother replied coldly. “Approach him slowly? Act all coy? Even with just one glance, I can clearly see that Gladwin is not interested in you at all,” Penelope Madsen retorted, refusing to back down.

“Arrgghhh!” Phoebe raged and threw objects nearby. “Damn Flavia! That barren woman!” Phoebe seethed. Her breath was short, irregular. Her chest ached with frustration. Then suddenly, a smile crept onto her face.