Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO

Meanwhile, in East Serenity Residence —

After a long, deep sleep, Brenda's eyes finally showed some movement. Her eyelashes subtly yet weakly moved before she slowly tried to open them.

A smile curled her lips as she muttered in an almost inaudible voice, "So, it wasn't the end of my days yesterday."

When you know your end is near, you no longer hesitate about dying. Every new day turns out to be a victory against death. And no matter how big or small a victory is, it's always worth celebrating!

"Madam, you are awake!"

Before Brenda could get the chance to register her surroundings, Xander's voice stunned her. She turned to look at the man, who suddenly leapt forward as if looking at the eighth wonder of the world.

She blinked at him, her brows furrowed slightly in confusion. She didn't respond to him but instead gestured for him to help her sit up, to which he readily agreed.

Supporting her weak body in a comfortable sitting posture, he adjusted a pillow behind her.

At this moment, even Margaret's concerned voice also came from a distance.

"Madam, you are awake?"

When Brenda checked, she found Margaret waking up on the couch nearby.

She didn't have to guess to know that the whole night the two subordinates of hers had taken turns looking after her.

Without waiting for Brenda to answer, Margaret had already rushed to her side. "How are you feeling now? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Brenda simply shook her head. It wasn't like she didn't want to speak —it was just that her throat was feeling too dry to voice out even a single word.

She looked to her side and gestured to Margaret towards the jug.

Margaret understood at once and quickly poured a glass of water before handing it to her to drink.

Taking slow sips, Brenda finished, giving the glass back to Margaret. She then turned to Xander and slowly asked, "When did it happen?"

Xander didn't understand. He exchanged a gaze with Margaret, silently asking what the lady was referring to. But Margaret was equally clueless.

"Sorry, Madam. But I didn't get what you are asking about. Did you need me to report something?" he asked, thinking he might have forgotten to report something to the lady.

Brenda nodded. "You didn't tell me —when was I announced to be the eighth wonder of the world?" she asked, and for a moment, Xander was baffled, unable to grasp it at all.

"I—I don't understand …"

"I simply woke up and you leapt forward, checking me out as if I were the newly discovered wonder of the world," Brenda clarified. "Can you not be so dramatic next time? You almost scared me out"

She patted her chest before turning to look at Margaret. Pursing her lips, she then said to her, "And you, Margaret —this wasn't your first time witnessing me in such a condition. Why have you acted like I was about to take my last breath? Wouldn't it have been better if you had acted a bit more mature?"

She might not have known what these two had gone through last night, but seeing how they hadn't left her side even for a minute, she could tell they hadn't rested peacefully for a single second.

Margaret wanted to complain but ultimately held back. "Madam, we were really scared seeing you like that."

Brenda sighed. "And in your moment of dread, you almost were ready to tell it all to Arwen?" she asked, her tone calm yet firm. "If I hadn't called you two inside at the right time, you would have already called her up and revealed everything. Am I right?"

Xander hesitated. "M-Madam, it was me who suggested Ms. Marrie about calling Young Miss. She didn't plan to do it."

"I don't want to know who asked what, Xander. I just need both of you to know that until I am really dying, don't tell her anything. Did you two get it?" She moved her gaze between the two people standing on either side of the bed.

Both of them nodded in understanding.

"Good," Brenda said, before gesturing for Xander to head towards the door. "You can now go and rest. I am feeling better. Margaret is here with me."

Xander understood her cue. Nodding, he bowed and then turned to leave.

Once, he was gone, Brenda turned and looked at Margaret, her expression softening.

"You don't need to worry about something that's not in your control, Margaret," she said softly, knowing what was going on in her mentee's thoughts. "I trained you to face the inevitable better —whether in business or real life. Fearing it is never a solution."

Margaret looked up at her, understanding her. Nodding, she said, "I won't forget it, Madam, but there is something you are forgetting."

Brenda arched a brow. "Am I?" she asked.

Margaret nodded. "Yes. You have taught me never to fall weak in front of the inevitable, yet yesterday you fell weak. You missed one of the medicines."

No one had noticed, but Margaret who had always kept count of Brenda's dozes, could tell just by a glance.

Although missing that doze wasn't what caused Brenda to collapse, but still …

Brenda looked away, slightly guilty. "Can you blame me? I am already this old. I can forget a few of the things here and there. If you want to blame, blame it on my old age."

Margaret pursed her lips. "Ma'am, we know that your illness has no cure but since you have decided to fight against it until the end, you have to be mindful of these little things. If you can't, allow me to take the charge."

"When have I stopped you? Can I even dare?" Brenda snapped immediately. "I always take your instructions when it comes to medicines. You can't say that I don't allow you. It's just that yesterday was a special case. I asked you to go out and find something."

If she hadn't sent Margaret out, she would have been around to assist her.

Margaret could no longer complain. So, in the end, she relented.

"So did you find anything?" Brenda asked when she saw Margaret's mood shifting.

Margaret nodded. "Your suspicion was right, Madam," she said. "Aiden Winslow's appearance in Arwen's life may or may not be a coincidence."