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

“Pizza?” Gladwin asked back, furrowing his brow, and Jonas nodded enthusiastically. Gladwin seemed to ponder for a moment before nodding in agreement. “Okay. I’ll change clothes first. Wait for me in the parking lot,” he ordered before walking away.

Jonas nodded and went to the male nurse’s changing room to freshen up. Just as he finished changing clothes, he heard his phone ringing, and Abigail’s name appeared on the screen.

Jonas finally knew the reason why Gladwin had been looking so gloomy recently. Eventually, Abigail told him everything. About Flavia leaving suddenly and Abigail asking for his help to watch over Gladwin because she was worried her uncle would go crazy. But other than being quiet, there was nothing strange about Gladwin. Except for today.

“Is your surgery finished?” Abigail asked over the phone. “How is he doing today?” She asked without preamble.

“We just finished. We’re about to go home. And about Dr. Gladwin, he seems like a madman today. Since the start of the workday, he’s been smiling to himself,” Jonas replied honestly. He placed the phone on top of the locker in speaker mode while he was wearing his jeans.

“Really? Hasn’t he done anything crazier? If he’s just smiling to himself, that’s still pretty standard. What I want to know is if there’s any sensational news at the hospital. Like vague announcements?” “What do you mean by vague announcements?” Jonas asked back, his voice muffled as he pulled his shirt collar over his head.

“Oh, so the news hasn’t reached you yet?” Abigail sighed dramatically. “Uncle Gladwin just got married again,” she replied.

“What?!” Jonas unintentionally yelled. He turned off speaker mode and put the phone back to his ear. “Don’t joke, Abby! Who did he marry? What about Flavia?” he whispered.

“With ‘her,'” Abigail answered ambiguously.

Jonas froze momentarily on his way to the parking lot. “If you want to joke, don’t make jokes that are too much like this, Abby. It’s like you’re cursing your own uncle,” he said, continuing his journey.

“Why should I joke? Just wait until ‘her’ starts working tomorrow. I’m sure you’ll all hear the sensational news. So, before you hear it from someone else and feel betrayed by me, I’m telling you first. I don’t want you to have a heart attack at a young age. And about Flavia, everything will be fine, and I’m sure everything will return to normal.

“But you still have to take care of my uncle, don’t let him lose his mind and do irrational things because I know ‘her’ will keep trying to conquer my uncle.”

“Okay, you can count on me. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your uncle,” Jonas said, patting his chest proudly, although he knew Abigail couldn’t see him. Seeing Gladwin walking towards his car at the same time, Jonas decided to run up to him.

“I believe in you,” Abigail replied sincerely. “Thanks, bro.”

“Don’t just say thanks. Give me a voucher for a free meal at your café,” Jonas half-jokingly coaxed.

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Jonas laughed, then hung up the phone after reaching Gladwin’s car. They ordered a medium-sized pizza and ate it with a large glass of cola. Their conversation flowed casually, and Jonas kept their discussion in safe territory. No mention of Flavia or Phoebe in their conversation.

And the next day, what Abigail had discussed earlier actually happened. The nurse group chat received a video of Gladwin and Phoebe’s wedding.

Whispers began to spread. Some criticized Gladwin for having a second wife after having such a beautiful and kind wife like Flavia. Some even speculated that this marriage happened because Phoebe was pregnant out of wedlock, considering the sudden and secretive nature of the wedding. Some medical and administrative staff purposely intercepted Jonas just to ask about the truth of the news, but Jonas chose to remain silent.

And all the commotion paled when Jonas saw Eijaz walking hurriedly, almost half-running, with an angry expression, passing him without a greeting as usual.

Jonas’s mind froze instantly. He ran to follow Eijaz’s fast steps because he believed-from reading Eijaz’s expression-that a showdown between the doctor and his boss was about to happen.

And true enough, before the door to Gladwin’s room fully closed, Jonas heard the sound of loud blows and several objects falling and even breaking, deafening the ears. Some nurses and patients who happened to be within a ten-meter radius of Gladwin’s room suddenly stopped in their tracks and watched.

Jonas entered the room and saw Eijaz beating Gladwin, who seemed to choose to surrender rather than fight back.

“You bastard! I sacrificed Flavia for you so you could make her happy. Not to hurt her like this, let alone betray her by marrying another woman!” Eijaz growled amid his relentless punches.

Jonas saw that Gladwin’s face was already covered in blood. He tried to intervene, but was struck back and groaned as Eijaz elbowed him and resumed hitting Gladwin.

Jonas refused to back down. He grabbed Eijaz’s arms again, trapping him by squeezing his armpits. But Eijaz went berserk again and kicked. Panicked screams were heard, and someone approached and sat in front of Gladwin, trying to help him. But Gladwin’s response instantly made Eijaz freeze.

Gladwin pushed away the woman’s assistance and even looked at her with disgust. “Gladwin?” The woman whispered.

“I’ve told you, don’t approach my private area!” Gladwin hissed sharply. His gaze was so piercing that Jonas shuddered hearing it. “Remember, you’re just a paper wife!” Gladwin growled as he stood up and wiped his bloody lips with the back of his hand. His eyes stared at Eijaz, who was still frozen in place. A smile formed on his face. “Thanks, Bro,” he said, patting Eijaz’s shoulder. “At least you made me realize that there are still people who support Flavia.” He said before entering the bathroom and locking the door from the inside, the sound of running water heard afterward.

Eijaz freed himself from Jonas and looked at him in confusion. “What is actually happening here?” He asked, wanting to know, but Jonas just shrugged. He didn’t want to answer recklessly. So instead of making a wrong comment, he chose to clean up the messy room.

Jonas looked at the woman in a red shirt and black knee-length skirt with a blank expression. “Why are you still here? Didn’t Doctor Hampton say you shouldn’t be here?” He said sarcastically.

Phoebe returned Jonas’s gaze with equal sarcasm. “Why? Is there a problem?” She asked back loudly. “He’s my husband, I have the right to be here,” she continued, not hiding her emotions.

Jonas shrugged with a sneer. “Well, just a reminder,” he replied indifferently and chose to continue his work.

Gladwin emerged from the bathroom five minutes later. The blood was completely gone from his face, leaving bruises on his jaw and a torn lip corner.

“Gladwin?” Phoebe spoke up, making Gladwin turn towards her.

“What are you doing here?!” He asked coldly.