When Hamish sent Elisa back to the hospital, she had already passed out. She was sent to the emergency room. The examination results were slightly better than last time.
Elisa was originally weak. In addition, her spirit was strongly stimulated, which led to her fainting. Fortunately, she was sent to the hospital in time, otherwise there would definitely be danger to her life.
During the time Elisa was unconscious, Hamish arranged for someone to send Koby to the crematorium to sign for his cremation. He also had Tobias find a feng shui cemetery to bury him.
Koby’s death caused quite a stir online. Micah had just finished a surgery and hadn’t had time to rest when he overheard nurses talking about it as he walked by.
His face changed color. He grabbed the nurse and anxiously asked, “Who did you say died?”
“Koby, the one sentenced to death last week. Today was the second trial, but he grabbed a passerby’s phone and jumped off a building on the way there,” the nurse replied.
Micah was stunned, his whole face blank. In his mind, he thought, Koby is dead, then what about Elisa? Wasn’t she going to the courthouse to observe the trial today? Does she already know? A series of questions popped up in his mind.
The nurse before him looked at him puzzledly for a moment, then awkwardly left.
Micah took out his phone with a heavy heart, his hands shaking. He called Elisa first but no one picked up. Then he called Elisa’s caregiver. After three rings, the other side picked up.
“Dr. Baker.”
Micah anxiously asked, “Where’s Elisa? Are you with her?”
“Yes.”
“Where is she?”
“Miss Powell is in the ward. She just saw her dad and fainted from the emotional impact,” the caregiver replied.
Micah had already started running towards the ward, apologizing to passing patients and nurses while running. Then he said into the phone, “I’ll be right there.”
On the way, Micah was worried sick. His mind was full of the words the caregiver had said, that Elisa had fainted from the shock.
This was when Elisa needed someone most to comfort her, but what could he say when he saw her? Words like “accept fate” would be like pouring salt on her wound. He could not say something so cruel.
As he ran, Micah suddenly slowed down, his expression full of anguish.
Elisa lay quietly on the bed, her lips grayish-white, her eyes tightly shut. Hamish sat beside her, gently squeezing her hand and holding it in his palm to warm it up.
He was starting to feel a little sorry for this woman, though it was a pity devoid of emotion. He knew better than anyone that he would not fall in love with Elisa.
Just as Elisa had said, he was cruel to her. If he had even a shred of feeling for her, he would not have been able to bear treating her like this. So the one he loved should be Lila, who grew up with him and even saved his life six years ago.
He had promised Lila that he would protect her for life. He absolutely could not like anyone else, even if that person was his nominal wife.
Hamish gently exhaled, his gaze slowly tracing Elisa’s features.
Elisa was only twenty-four this year. Under her exquisite appearance, every contour seemed to have been precisely measured. The corners of her mouth naturally turned up, so that even with a blank expression she appeared to be smiling.
But what was most stunning were her eyes, as black and bright as a cat’s, obedient and harmless when looking at you. She had excellent bone structure. Even in rags, she could not conceal her brilliance.
In the city of Bankshire, filled with beauties, her beauty had an overwhelming sense of coercion among women, making people not dare to stare at or offend her. This was very inconsistent with her gentle name. If a woman was too gorgeous, she could easily be classified as an outlier.
There were usually two kinds of gazes around Elisa – women’s jealousy and men’s infatuation.
Six years ago, when Hamish first met Elisa at a banquet, her dazzling red dress attracted everyone’s attention.
At that time Hamish described Elisa as a red rose facing the sun, flaunting and eye-catching. But now, the red rose had withered, its roots rotten, its petals fragile and likely to shatter with a touch.
When did the change begin? Even her smile had become bitter. She was naturally a cheerful person, yet in recent years she frowned in her sleep, unable to relax from her worries.
Elisa’s eyelashes fluttered lightly as she opened her eyes to see Hamish sitting in front of her, his hand outstretched, staring at her with a slightly gloomy expression.
Seeing that she was awake, Hamish uncomfortably retracted his hand. “Thirsty? Do you want some water?”
Elisa’s expression was wooden and her eyes blank. Her face was devoid of any vitality, as if her joy, anger, sorrow and happiness had disappeared in an instant.
“Hamish, did you meet my dad before this and say something to him?”
Hamish, who was about to pour water, jerked his hand upon hearing this, splashing hot water onto the back of his hand. A scalding sting penetrated from his skin into his heart.
Hamish didn’t say anything, but his stiff back confirmed all of Elisa’s guesses.
Elisa’s face was still lifeless as she gazed dully at the ceiling, recalling Koby’s last words to her on the phone. Tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes again.
“My dad’s last words to me before jumping off the building were to warn me to be careful of you.” People who knew Koby thought he was a weak man who was cowardly outside but domineering at home, a spineless person. How could someone like him summon the courage to jump off a building?
Unless something happened that forced him to choose suicide as the only solution. Elisa thought about it for a long time. The only person who could make her timid father abandon his fears and choose to commit suicide by jumping off a building was probably Hamish.
“What does your father’s suicide have to do with me?” Hamish’s expression quickly returned to calm. He turned around with the cup of water and looked straight into Elisa’s eyes.
“Maybe he couldn’t stand the condemnation of his conscience and committed suicide himself. Or maybe he felt it was better to die cleanly than live in prison as a criminal for the rest of his life.”
“Is that really what happened?” Elisa’s gaze was as if trying to see through Hamish’s facade to examine his heart.
“Hamish, if you don’t divorce me, can you give my dad back to me?”
“Your father is dead,” Hamish stated this fact very calmly.
Yes, her father was dead.
“Then let’s get a divorce.” She could no longer convince herself to continue with Hamish. From the beginning, their marriage had been a mistake.
Hamish’s voice was cold. “Don’t even think about divorce.”
“Then what do you want from me? Hamish, am I still not obedient enough?” Elisa looked at the man before her, her eyes sore, the tears inside refusing to fall. She shrieked sharply, “Haven’t I already been like a toy and done as you said? You told me to kneel and I knelt. You drew my blood when you wanted. I promised not to divorce, and let you trample me like an object beneath you. What more do you want from me?”