Mr. Burns Is Killing His Wife novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Blood Draw

Exhausted, Elisa went upstairs and turned the key to her apartment halfway. As she opened the door, her foggy mind sensed something different about the atmosphere inside, instantly becoming alert.

She could hear someone talking on the phone from behind the door. Hamish was back.

Should she tell him about her gastric cancer diagnosis? Would he show some concern after hearing about it?

Elisa repeatedly asked herself these questions, but her body seemed to move on its own - the door was already pushed open before she made up her mind. That was when she saw Hamish's ashen face glare at her the moment she entered.

"Where have you been fooling around? Do you know how many calls I made to you?"

Fooling around? If going to the hospital for a blood test and gastroscopy was considered fooling around, then she supposed she was. After all, death could come knocking anytime for her now.

As she thought about this, her eyes welled up again. But Hamish did not notice Elisa's reddened eyes at all, still furiously accusing her with his gaze for not answering his calls.

Elisa took out her phone from her bag and shook the black screen. "It's out of battery," she said.

She had two phones - one for work and one specifically for waiting for Hamish's calls. The past two days, her stomach issues had consumed her so much that she had forgotten to charge it, which led to missing his calls on her way home.

"What was so urgent?" For Hamish to call her repeatedly, she could guess without thinking who it was about.

Just as she was about to continue that train of thought, Hamish grabbed her hand and pulled her outside. "Lila is injured and lost too much blood. Come with me to the hospital."

Of course, all his panic was because of Lila Morris.

Her heart instantly filled with sourness.

Lila had a severe blood clotting disorder and a very rare blood type. As it happened, Elisa's blood type matched hers.

Soaked from head to toe by the rain, Elisa's long seaweed-like hair clung dripping wet to her back. Her lips were sickly pale, her hands like ice, but Hamish did not notice any of this. The hospital Lila was in was just nearby, a ten minute walk, but Hamish was too anxious - he forcibly shoved Elisa into the backseat.

Eyes fixed ahead as he drove, Hamish's gaze inadvertently glanced at the rearview mirror, and when he saw Elisa's ghostly pale face, he couldn't help but furrow his brows tightly. "Your face is as white as a ghost."

So he finally noticed, huh.

Elisa smiled mockingly, feeling a bitter obstruction in her throat. She opened the window and watched the rain coming down harder and harder outside, her body freezing up, breath turning into mist. Her eyelashes fluttered lightly.

Hamish gave her an indifferent glance, then felt an inexplicable irritation when she didn't respond.

He felt like there was something off about Elisa today.

But then he thought, what did it matter to him what happened to Elisa? He should be focused on Lila's condition right now. With this thought, his right foot pressed down slightly harder on the accelerator, speeding the car up.

At the hospital, Hamish dragged Elisa out of the car before she even got her footing, pulling her stumbling and struggling to keep up behind him.