THE DIVORCE GAMBIT From Dumped Wife to CEO's Forever novel Chapter 755

Freya?

Freya!

Flavia felt a splitting pain in her head. She was certain she had never heard that name before, yet hearing Mabel and Waller say it now filled her with an overwhelming urge to cry.

Fighting through the headache, Flavia walked over to them. "Who is Freya?"

As she spoke, tears streamed down her face like broken pearls. She didn't know what was happening; she couldn't control them.

Mabel and Waller exchanged a terrified glance. What was wrong with Flavia? Was she having some kind of mental breakdown? Remembering the strict rules of the castle, they turned and fled. When they were hired, the butler had warned them repeatedly not to engage in unnecessary conversation with Flavia, or they would risk losing their jobs.

Watching them run away, Flavia felt the pain in her head intensify. A strange laugh echoed in her mind.

"Freya."

"Look how cute our Freya is."

Who is Freya? Who?

Flavia pressed her hands to her temples, trying desperately to remember, but the effort only made the pain worse.

"Waaah!"

The sound of a baby crying pierced her thoughts.

Her face grew paler, and a cold sweat beaded on her forehead. The room began to spin, her legs felt unsteady, and then, everything went black.

Thud.

She collapsed onto the floor.

By the time the butler and other staff arrived, Flavia was unconscious, her brows furrowed in distress and tear tracks still visible on her cheeks. She was muttering something under her breath, but her voice was too faint for the butler to understand.

"Quick, get Dr. Tina," the butler commanded as he had someone lift Flavia.

Her eyes flew open. Seeing the room full of people, she froze for a moment. Then, her gaze fell on the Dowager, and she asked with desperate urgency, "Mother, who is Freya?"

"What nonsense are you spouting now?" the Dowager snapped, her brow furrowing in disgust. "I think you're just sex-crazed! If you're feeling better, get back to the chapel and continue copying scripture. That's the only way to purify your wretched soul!"

Flavia immediately fell silent. Her head was still throbbing, her mind a confusing fog. Her face was ashen.

The Dowager's eyes narrowed as she turned to the butler. "Go and fetch Dr. Shirley."

"Yes, Dowager."

Her gaze then shifted to Tina. "You may leave."

Tina wanted to say more, but one look into the Dowager's cold eyes silenced her. She was just a doctor here; the Dowager was her employer.

Not long after Tina left, Dr. Shirley arrived. She was another of the castle's physicians, older than Tina, but also a woman. To prevent Flavia from having an affair and dishonoring Quinton's memory, the castle staff was almost exclusively female.