You Can Run But You Can't Hide My Contractual Wife novel Chapter 140

“Trishia? What happened? Why are you crying?” Kelly Sky asked shocked by Trishia’s unexpected call.

“Oh. I’m sorry mom but I can’t just help but cry. I think Bill had a mistress.” Trishia reported with her loud sobbing.

“Is that true?” Kelly replied with a strict startled tone.

“Mom, he is visiting someone in the hospital and he sleeps there.” Trishia had put all her best acting to get Kelly’s support as she could not reprimand Bill but with Kelly, she could easily play her with her fingers.

“What?” Kelly’s tone was startled with the information.

“Yes, mom. What should I do? I am trying my best to be a good fiancée for Bill. I want to give him a son but if he had a mistress. I don’t think I can do that.” She could probably win an award for her drama acting.

“Don’t worry honey. Bill would certainly dump that woman sooner. You know my son. He never stays in a relationship except you. I am sure he will be happy if you will give him a son. Okay?” Intending to remove Trishia's doubts, Kelly said with a reassuring tone.

“Please help me, mom. I don’t want to lose your son. I love him very much and I only want all the best for him.” Trishia’s voice was pleading and helpless.

“That’s why I like you. No other woman could love my son. Only you. Leave it to me, honey, okay? I will help you.” Kelly appeased Trishia’s worries.

Hearing Kelly, Trishia let go of a wicked grin while slowly wiping her tears.

At Sky Medical,

“Mom.” Bill sounded.

“Why are you here?” He added with a stern tone.

“No, son. The question is why are you here? Why are you sleeping here? Who are you with?” Kelly ambushed Bill with questions. Trishia was right. Upon calling the director of the hospital, he confirmed that her son stayed in the hospital but the patient's information of the room was put in a president’s file by Bill’s order and only her son could open it.

“Mom. Please go home. We will talk later.” Bill said with a commanding tone but in a polite manner.

“No son. Let me in. I want to see, who’s with you inside.” Kelly demanded. She was really curious who’s with him as she knew her son would not waste his time with women’s matters let alone put an effort into a girl.

Bill looked at her mom who had no plan of leaving.

“Okay.” He agreed as he opened the door wide to let her in.

Kelly felt satisfied as she quickly strode inside. Her eyes wandered and landed on the patient’s bed.

“Bill, what’s the meaning of this?” Kelly asked in a puzzled expression.

Bill didn’t reply as he sat down elegantly at the leather brown sofa with his long legs crossed reading a newspaper and never minding his mom exploring the room.

Kelly went to all the rooms but she didn’t find anything.

“Bill, are you sick my son?” Kelly had sobered as she asked worriedly.

“Hmmm,” Bill muttered without leaving his eyes in the newspaper.

“Oh. My son. Why you didn’t tell me? Is it serious?” Kelly went to his side and held his arm.

“Nothing serious mom.” Bill finally looked at his mom with a reassuring look.

“Do you want me to ask Trishia to take care of you?” Kelly asked with still a trace of worriedness.

“No need.” He firmly refused.

“Bill, Trishia is a very sweet and loving woman. I can see she loves you very much. Could you give her all your attention so she will not feel worried? You have to start a family with her son and give her the grandest wedding that she deserves. Okay?” Kelly reminded him. As a mother, she wanted all the best for her only son.

“Okay,” Bill replied turning a page of the newspaper.

“Well, that’s a great relief for me. Now continue to rest and get well soon.” Kelly sounded with a satisfied tone knowing there’s no other woman in his room.

“Hmmm,” Bill answered agreeing to Kelly as he stood up and escorted her to the door.

Kelly hugged her son before she went away with great contentment.

Bill closed the door and locked it. His eyes surveyed the area and landed on a white fabric under the bed. He grinned as he strode towards it.

“What are you doing there?” He asked while squatting to have a perfect sight of the girl who’s hiding under the bed.

“Hiding.” She answered coldly.

“Why?” He asked again.

Arabella didn’t reply and had no plan to answer. Even if it happened 6 years ago, Kelly’s resentful expression to her when she cut their ties still freshly lingered in her mind.

“Get up.” Without getting her reply, Bill ordered.

“I… I can’t.” Arabella muttered. She didn’t even know how she managed to stuff herself under the bed.

Bill’s playful grin appeared as he took his phone out and dialed his personal assistant.

“George, we will be leaving. Get ready.” Bill sounded on the phone.

Arabella became rattled as she heard Bill was leaving and had no plan to help her out.

“Bill.” She called his name.

“Hmmm,” Bill muttered.

“Here’s the thing help me to get out from here before you leave.” Arabella hated to ask for help from him but did she have any choice?

Hearing her, Bill went to see her again. His dark eyes pierced to the girl who was still lying on the cold ground under the bed.

“What? Are you going to help me or what?” Arabella said impatiently. She hated it when he stared at her. In the first place, she would not have gone into her situation right now if not because of him.

“Only if you beg,” Bill answered with a blink and a frisky smile.

“Bill this isn’t fun. Get me out of here.” She said with annoyance. Arabella never wanted to beg at him.

“Okay. Then I have to go now.” Bill quickly stood up.

Arabella panicked.

“Bill. No! Wait! Please!” She started to plead.

“What is it?” Bill went back to his position to see her.

“Please.” Arabella closed her eyes while speaking the word and clenching her fists.

“Damn you!” The woman cursed feeling so annoyed.

“I’m so sorry.” Arabella was very apologetic to the woman as she bowed.

“Don’t you know who I am?” The woman seemed to be her age but she sounded like an arrogant brat.

Arabella looked at the girl and her eyes widened. She knew her. The girl is a crown holder of the most prominent international beauty pageant.

“I’m very sorry, Ms. Chelsea McBride.” Arabella bowed as she expressed her sincere apology.

“If you are really sincere with your apology, then kneel.” She spoke in a bratty commanding tone.

Arabella was taken aback. She seemed so nice and approachable on the television. She didn’t expect that Ms. McBride is a total bitch in person.

“I’m sorry, Ms. McBride. That’s why I’m in a wheelchair because I cannot move my legs so well. Please accept my deepest apology.” Arabella spoke in a polite manner hoping that the latter would consider.

“Security!” Chelsea called out the guards that made the scene palpable to everyone.

The guards suddenly came running to the scene.

“This woman right here bumped me that made my coffee burn my skin. Now, throw this woman out of this place or I will make a statement that this hospital is not reliable in taking care of their patients.” Chelsea pointed to Arabella angrily. Arabella just kept lowering her head as she knew people’s attention in the area was focusing on them.

The guards didn’t know what to do but they knew Chelsea and they didn’t know Arabella. Just when they were about to touch Arabella’s wheelchair to shove her out,

“Stop.” A man’s deep strong voice sounded behind Chelsea.

The guards froze on their spot when they recognize the man.

Bill Sky. The hospital’s owner and their President.

The air suddenly filled with suspense in his presence.

“Oh! Thank God, you’re here Bill. This woman burned my skin.” Chelsea's tone switched to a melodious one. She knew Bill very well as she’s one of those women who were willing to do anything just to get his attention.

“You see? I know the owner of this hospital. You don’t want to kneel? Now embrace yourself to be humiliated to everyone.” Chelsea added proudly with a chuckle.

Arabella lowered her head. Surely this woman was one of Bill’s acquaintances.

“Throw this woman outside!” Bill finally spoke his order.

Arabella’s heart palpitated by his order but she remained her head low. As expected, Bill would always take sides with his woman.

“Yes. Throw that woman outside.” Chelsea repeated with a triumphant tone and smile while her two hands were on her waist.

The guards quickly moved to Arabella.

“Not that woman. That woman.” Bill pointed to Chelsea.

Hearing Bill, Chelsea’s triumphant smile faded immediately.

“Bill, you must be kidding me!” Chelsea yelled but Bill didn’t spare her a glance. His eyes were focused on the girl who was facing the ground.

He strode towards her and lifted her chin to look at him. Their eyes met. In the next second, Arabella was lifted from her wheelchair and amidst the audience, Bill carried her in a bridal style leaving the crowd’s jaws dropped.