The Heartbreak Prescription novel Chapter 10

At the Crone family villa…

Night had fallen. Lilian sat in the living room in a silk nightgown, waiting for Harry.

In her younger years, she had been a stunning southern beauty, cherished by Jerry, who spoiled her to the point where she never had to lift a finger for household chores. Later, she remarried Harry, who inherited Jerry's business empire and expanded it further. Her role as a wealthy wife was well-established, and with her meticulous self-care, she still exuded charm despite her age.

The villa's main door opened as a maid let Harry in.

Lilian's face lit up with joy. She rushed to greet him, helping him remove his suit jacket. "Honey, why are you home so late?"

Unlike Jerry's honest and reserved demeanor, Harry had always been dashing and flirtatious in his youth. Now, as a CEO, he carried an air of authority that made Lilian utterly infatuated with him.

"I had a business dinner," Harry replied casually.

As he spoke, Lilian caught a familiar scent on his suit—perfume from his new secretary.

Her smile faded, replaced by anger. "Were you with that secretary again?"

Harry frowned, clearly displeased. "Lilian, stop being paranoid. Instead of wasting energy on this nonsense, why don't you focus on cheering Jessica up? She's upset that Dr. Ceylan refused to treat her. I'm tired. I'm going upstairs."

He turned to leave.

Lilian suddenly called out, "I found a way to get Dr. Ceylan to help Jessica."

Harry froze mid-step and turned back, his expression immediately softening. He wrapped an arm around Lilian's shoulder. "Lilian, you're amazing. You never let me down. You're my treasure."

Harry was a master at sweet-talking, perfectly catering to Lilian's delicate sensibilities.

Lilian leaned into his embrace, her tone coquettish as she playfully scolded him, "On one condition—you have to fire that secretary."

"Done," Harry agreed without hesitation. "I'll let her go tomorrow."

Then, without warning, he scooped Lilian into his arms.

Her body went weak, and a blush crept up her cheeks. "Didn't you just say you were tired?"

The silk of her nightgown shifted, revealing the lace lingerie underneath. Harry's grin turned wicked. "With you looking this irresistible, who could be tired?"

Lilian lightly slapped his chest. "You're terrible."

Harry laughed, unabashed. "But you like it, don't you?"

The next day, Wendy was in her apartment when Lilian called.

Lilian's voice was unusually warm and motherly. "Wendy, I was wrong at the hospital. I've prepared all your favorite dishes. Come home for dinner."

In the kitchen, Cecelia poked her head out. "Don't go! She's just Harry's lap dog. At her age, she's still acting like a lovesick fool. She's beyond saving."

Wendy's tone was indifferent. "I'm busy." She wanted to hang up.

But Lilian quickly added, "Wendy, your father buried a bottle of wine when you were born, meant to be opened when you grew up. I've dug it up. Come home."

Wendy's long lashes trembled slightly. Lilian always knew how to hit her weak spots.

Soon, she arrived at the Crone family villa. Harry and Jessica weren't home, and Lilian had indeed prepared an elaborate meal. On the table sat the bottle of wine, with the words 'For my Wendy' clumsily written in her father's handwriting.

Wendy's father hadn't been well-educated, but was a self-made man. Unlike Harry, who had been a university graduate in his time, her father's life had been built on grit and determination.

Wendy traced her fingers over the words 'For my Wendy' on the label. She had once had a happy childhood; her father had loved young Wendy dearly.