Revenge of The Discarded Wife
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Chapter 7 NEED A PSYCHOLOGIST img
Chapter 8 When will you wake up img
Chapter 9 Bhuvi and Damian img
Chapter 10 Take home img
Chapter 11 Gamma and Bhuvi's interaction img
Chapter 12 Paper Bag and Bhuvi img
Chapter 13 A new atmosphere for Gama img
Chapter 14 Loss of Gama img
Chapter 15 Like a Hero img
Chapter 16 A minor injury img
Chapter 17 Are you okay img
Chapter 18 Still Afraid img
Chapter 19 CARRYING GLARA img
Chapter 20 ALWAYS TROUBLING BHUVI img
Chapter 21 Martha's Loneliness img
Chapter 22 Suspicion of Bhuvi img
Chapter 23 Who had the accident img
Chapter 24 Who is that woman img
Chapter 25 Louis and the News img
Chapter 26 Where did he go img
Chapter 27 Unexpected Event img
Chapter 28 Gama's Hero img
Chapter 29 Becoming like Uncle and Bhuvi img
Chapter 30 Moving img
Chapter 31 Was it intentional or... img
Chapter 32 Don't hesitate anymore! img
Chapter 33 Evening Intimacy of Glara and Bhuvi img
Chapter 34 Puckering to see the debate img
Chapter 35 Too Dependent img
Chapter 36 Like a harmonious family img
Chapter 37 Rain and Bhuvi's Invitation img
Chapter 38 Interesting Objects img
Chapter 39 To Prevent the Husband from Escaping‼ img
Chapter 40 Dazzling Glara img
Chapter 41 Successor Bhuvi img
Chapter 42 Did Damian get his karma img
Chapter 43 Berlin and Glara's past img
Chapter 44 Part of Bhuvi img
Chapter 45 Just colleagues, are you sure img
Chapter 46 Glara is a cunning woman img
Chapter 47 Does Dad Have Another One‼ img
Chapter 48 Bhuvi with all his acceptance img
Chapter 49 Damian's Car Shaking img
Chapter 50 Damian Amnesia img
Chapter 51 Special Secretary Damian img
Chapter 52 Martha left, again img
Chapter 53 Sensational News from Damian img
Chapter 54 Contract cancellation img
Chapter 55 Bhuvi to the rescue again img
Chapter 56 Damian entitled img
Chapter 57 Caught Red-Handed img
Chapter 58 The Beginning of Destruction img
Chapter 59 Issabella also left img
Chapter 60 The destruction of Damian has already begun! img
Chapter 61 Reporting the incident img
Chapter 62 Successful escape! img
Chapter 63 Big Boss‼ img
Chapter 64 Gama, what happened img
Chapter 65 Private room of Glara img
Chapter 66 Is Glara being followed by a stranger img
Chapter 67 Who is Uta img
Chapter 68 Track record of Tasha img
Chapter 69 Fake nurse img
Chapter 70 Impressed by Glara's magnanimity img
Chapter 71 Chasing Bhuvi img
Chapter 72 Erina and Her Past img
Chapter 73 Erina becomes Bhuvi's child img
Chapter 74 Beginning to Unravel img
Chapter 75 Free the hostages! img
Chapter 76 Accident and Arrest img
Chapter 77 Who is Leo img
Chapter 78 News that spread img
Chapter 79 Successfully captured‼ img
Chapter 80 Glara and her mood img
Chapter 81 Glara's Growing Frustration img
Chapter 82 Who is Tiffany img
Chapter 83 Black box in Gama's bag img
Chapter 84 Does the race have casualties img
Chapter 85 Is Father Bhuvi angry img
Chapter 86 Farewell Martha img
Chapter 87 Blanket for Bhuvi img
Chapter 88 Does Dr. Valentina know the past img
Chapter 89 Tasha is being harassed img
Chapter 90 Damian's Regret img
Chapter 91 Company Star Drone and Erina img
Chapter 92 Arrival of a New Member img
Chapter 93 Is Bhuvi starting to change img
Chapter 94 Long Debate‼ img
Chapter 95 Finding a Ray of Light! img
Chapter 96 Collide img
Chapter 97 Not that weak! img
Chapter 98 Did Bhuvi propose to Glara img
Chapter 99 Differences in Life img
Chapter 100 Which Side Are You On img
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Chapter 2 Why turn back

Glara stood in front of the towering building before her, feeling like it had been so long since she set foot in it. Awkwardness and embarrassment crept into Glara's mind. However, Glara had no other choice for the sake of her son's safety.

Before entering the building, Glara took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Her arrival was sweetly welcomed by a line of women behind the reception desk. "Welcome, Miss Glara. The big boss has been eagerly awaiting your arrival. Allow me to escort you."

Glara just smiled and nodded, following the steps of the slender woman in front of her. Until her steps halted right in front of the closed elevator door. Shortly after, the elevator door opened, and the slender woman gestured for Glara to enter. After that, she pressed the highest floor number in the building.

Glara's heart raced even more irregularly, a mix of nervousness and restlessness swirling within her. She was afraid that the person she sought might refuse to lend a helping hand to Glara and her only son.

"Sorry, Miss, I can only escort you this far. After this, you just need to walk ten steps forward. The Big Boss's room is at the far end of this floor," the woman said politely, looking at Glara with respect.

"Thank you," Glara replied, returning her smile.

Glara followed the receptionist's instructions and, at the tenth step, stopped in front of a tall door with a sign that read 'President and Chief Executive Officer.' She closed her eyes for a moment, repeatedly touching the doorknob, but each time, she hesitated.

"Tsk!" Glara clicked her tongue and turned around, intending to leave the room in front of her.

"Why turn back?" a man's voice, one she recognized well, asked.

Glara lifted her ash-gray eyes, looking straight at the old man standing with several bodyguards behind him. "Come in."

Glara stood still, unable to evade or avoid the man. Reluctantly, she followed his steps into the extra-large room.

"So, what does my grandson need?" the man asked as they entered the ash-toned room.

Glara shook her head softly. "Grandfather, forgive me. I didn't heed your advice and got carried away by love. Grandfather, I really don't know where else to turn."

The man chuckled lightly, sitting in his throne-like chair as he gazed at Glara with warmth. "Why so formal? I'm your biological grandfather, the only family you have left, right? Why be hesitant? Sit down."

Glara remained bowed; she was truly embarrassed in front of her own grandfather. "Come on, Glara Latusha Seraphine. You're just like everyone else. Sit down; I already know what happened to you. And well, everything has happened, and nothing can be changed, right?"

Glara stayed put. "Grandfather, aren't you even a bit nostalgic about me? After five years of being away, don't you miss me at all?" the man continued, extending his hand as he walked towards Glara.

Glara shed tears, not expecting her grandfather to welcome her so warmly after what she had done to him years ago. "Grandfather," Glara whispered, hugging her grandfather tightly.

"Forgive me, Glara, forgive me." Glara kept repeating those words in the warm embrace of her grandfather, full of the love and affection from her childhood.

"It's okay, Glara. Everything has happened, and now you know why I always opposed your relationship, right?" Glara nodded within the embrace.

They hugged for quite some time, resolving the longing between parent and child. Now, Glara and Louis – her grandfather – sat side by side on the sofa in his room.

"So, what can I help you with?" he asked after Glara finished sipping the cold drink he had offered.

Glara took a deep breath and said, "Grandfather, Gama. He is-"

"Your son, right?" Grandfather interrupted.

Glara nodded, reluctant to ask how Louis knew about her son's identity. Because Glara was sure of who was sitting in front of her. Louis would know even if ants gave birth. "He suffers from chronic liver failure, and his condition..."

"We'll take Gama to a bigger hospital. I will find a suitable and good donor for Gama. But before that, I have one request that I really hope you won't refuse."

"What is it?" Glara asked, and Louis smiled, looking at Glara with hope.

Glara stared at her son's frail body lying with a series of life-supporting medical equipment. The words and request of her grandfather kept echoing in her mind like a broken tape. Glara could agree to her grandfather's wish, but she wasn't too confident in her ability.

She kept daydreaming until a soft voice echoed in her ears. "Good afternoon, ma'am. The doctor would like to meet with you. Let me take you there." Glara nodded and followed the footsteps of the young nurse in front of her.

Upon arriving in front of a room surrounded by white surroundings, the nurse pushed the door and gestured for Glara to enter. "Hello, Mrs. Glara, please have a seat," greeted the doctor, now standing facing Glara.

Glara shook hands with the doctor and then sat in front of her. "What's wrong, doc?"

"Well, Mrs. Glara, I want to discuss your son's condition. Based on the examination we conducted earlier, we obtained less favorable results."

Surprised, Glara inquired about the doctor's explanation. "Gama's liver functions only at 50 percent. Because the damage has spread for quite some time. Delayed treatment and Gama's imperfect growth have caused this virus to spread faster than usual."

Glara's breath caught, feeling as if she were losing oxygen around her. "But, can Gama still recover, doc?"

The woman in white smiled and said, "There is a possibility of Gama recovering, of course, if... Gama receives prompt further action like a liver transplant operation. But to get that, there is a process to go through. Besides, we also need to find a good and suitable liver condition for a toddler like Gama."

Glara felt weaker; she didn't expect her only son to face such a dire fate. "And, as a consideration, Mrs. Given Gama's young age, he certainly has a much higher risk factor. So, you must find a hospital with more advanced equipment and treatment. Glara just stayed silent, listening to every word the woman said.

Now Glara looked back into Gama's room. She closed her eyes for a moment and then reached for her phone, sending a message to someone.

            
            

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