Mr. Burns Is Killing His Wife novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13 Hamish, I Can Live Without You

Elisa was locked in her bedroom for three days. She couldn't get out and her phone was left outside, so she had no way to contact anyone for help.

The first day was bearable, but as time went on, her body felt worse and worse. The tap water was unfiltered, and she was so thirsty she had to drink some. When hungry, she chewed up tissues and swallowed them. When in pain, she took antacids and painkillers.

To maintain her strength, Elisa lay in bed the whole time. Her cold sweat came and went, soaking her and then drying over and over again. Her face, already pale, now looked nearly the same color as the wall behind her. In the light she almost looked transparent.

Three days felt endless. Elisa had never felt time pass so slowly, especially at night. Sitting in the dark, it was as if time had stopped.

Numbly, she closed her eyes. Her whole mind was muddled. As a cancer patient, her body was very weak, and a slight mistake could cause a fever. She felt her forehead - no thermometer, so she could only use her hand. Her temperature had indeed gone up.

Her eyes were dry and painful, aching whether open or closed. As time passed, Elisa's mind grew number and number, like a rusted machine.

The only thing supporting her now were Hamish's words - as long as she stayed locked up for three days, she could leave.

But when would that be?

She nuzzled the blanket covering her, curling up tightly into a ball, hugging herself. Strangely, though wrapped in a blanket, her body still felt icy cold. Every pore oozed chill. Her toes curled from the cold.

Her stomach hurt terribly. Even the organs next to it seemed to cramp in pain, as if infected by the cancer cells and rotting with her stomach. Elisa gritted her teeth, making them creak.

At this time, Elisa was using all her strength to battle the pain and sickness. What she didn't know was that outside, the situation had flipped upside down.

The Powell Group was facing its biggest crisis as shares plummeted. Elisa's disappearance left the whole company uneasy.

Koby had also taken a fall recently. A property development project he had invested in had turned into a coal mine disaster, with the mountain collapsing and burying 32 miners alive. 10 were lightly injured, 15 seriously injured, and 7 died.

Illegal mining plus loss of life meant Koby was either getting sentenced to death or life in prison. Even if he put up the whole Powell Group as collateral, he couldn't save himself. Locked away for three days, Elisa went from princess of the Powell family to the criminal's daughter overnight, cursed by everyone online.

In just one day, the incident had fermented until everyone knew about it. Seeing things were just about ready, Hamish decided to go pick up Elisa and watch this good show.

The court's sentencing for Koby was scheduled for 10am. He wanted to take Elisa to watch her father's death sentence with her own eyes. He thought her expression then would definitely be quite interesting.

He had said to lock Elisa up for three days, but in the end only went to get her on the fourth day at 7am.

Hamish was in a good mood, driving with a faint pleased smile at the corners of his mouth.

Hamish went straight to the bedroom when he got back to the villa. The whole villa was silent, giving the feeling that no one else was here.

The keys jangled as he looked through them one by one, finally finding the bedroom key at the end.

He turned it counterclockwise twice, hearing it click open. Pushing the door slowly inward, the room was very dark, with curtains blocking all the windows and firmly shutting out the light. Hamish looked around, finally spotting Elisa curled up in a ball in one corner of the bed.

He turned on the light. That faint sound made the woman on the bed shudder slightly. Hamish knitted his brows.

What was Elisa doing? He had come in already, why was there no reaction?

"Elisa." Hamish walked over and jerked the blanket off. Locked up for nearly four days, Elisa's face was pale and haggard, her lips cyanotic. Her whole being was like a fragile artifact that could shatter from the slightest touch. Hamish had never seen her so weak. His heart inexplicably twisted. Quite painful.

"Get up, stop pretending to be dead!" His fingers touched her arm. Only then did he realize her body was cold as ice.

Hamish panicked. Bending down, he picked up the skinny, emaciated Elisa. She weighed even less than three days ago. So this was how much weight she could lose from not eating for three days.

Holding her felt like holding a child. Only bones left on her body, even a bit jabbing.

The light outside was a bit glaring. Elisa's lashes fluttered weakly open. Those beautiful eyes were blurred, unable to focus on anything. Lifeless and hollow.

She had made it through after all.

Elisa tilted her head slightly to look at Hamish's chin, his thin lips, nose, eyes, gaze sweeping over him bit by bit.

The tears she had endured for three days now fell. Hamish noticed and lowered his head. Elisa looked at him tearfully and intently.

Elisa often gazed at him this way, with endless depths of feeling. Hamish had always found it quite disgusting. But now Elisa's eyes were like they had lost their light. Inside there was only pitch black darkness. No matter how Hamish searched, he could not find that hint of feeling.

Hamish's heart thudded. Like being struck heavily. Dull painful.

Elisa was severely dehydrated, and the torment of her illness had taken its toll. Her whole being was like a withered flower, too weak to even speak. She rasped out two words, "Go... where?"

Hamish was already carrying her to the parking garage. "To the hospital."

"I don't want... hospital." Since young, she disliked going to hospitals. To her, hospitals were where tragedies began. Her mother had died in one. With her illness, going to the hospital would reveal everything to Hamish with one checkup.

Hamish glanced at her coldly. "You don't want hospital, you want to die?"

I'm going to die soon anyway, Elisa thought. She coughed a few times, aggravating her stomach. She pressed on it firmly, eyes wet as she trembled out, "Let's... go to registrar... divorce..."

"You still want divorce?"

At this time, Hamish's face was icy cold as winter. His gaze on Elisa's face was sinister, like countless knives.

Elisa had no choice but to face it. She swallowed and moistened her throat, then hoarsely went on steadily, "What else? I don't need you to live. I can live without you, Hamish. Look, you locked me for four days, but I'm fine, aren't I?"

Hamish pressed his lips in a line. He had been standing by the back door, but hearing Elisa, he strode over to the front passenger side in one step. With one arm holding Elisa, his other hand pulled open the car door to put her in.

"Since you're fine, then come with me somewhere else." He had intended to take her to the hospital, but it seemed unnecessary now. She was very spirited!