This indeed sounded like Elisa’s way of speaking. Hamish placed Lila on the sofa. “Mrs. Gordon, go make a call and summon Dr. West,” he said.
Mrs. Gordon glanced at Lila and immediately turned around to make the phone call.
Elisa took in everything downstairs with her eyes. She had never done anything to harm Lila, but it seemed like she was digging pits everywhere, trying to lead her to her demise.
“Elisa, do you have anything else to say?” Hamish’s eyes pierced Elisa. He lifted his foot and walked upstairs, the sound of his leather shoes on the staircase echoing in Elisa’s heart.
At this moment, all explanations became excuses. Hamish was too angry to listen to a word from Elisa.
Elisa’s face turned extremely pale. In an instant, she made a decision and rushed back to the bedroom, locking the door and pressing her trembling back against it.
“Elisa, open the door.” The voice from outside sounded like Satan emerging from hell.
Elisa took a deep breath, biting the back of her hand. Her voice trembled as she said, “Hamish, all of this was staged by Lila herself. I didn’t push her. If you don’t believe me, you can check the surveillance cameras!”
“Staged by herself?” Hamish laughed as if he had heard a joke. He coldly sneered, “Do you think she’s you?”
In Hamish’s eyes, it was always Elisa who staged everything, like when she pretended to have stomach cancer in the hospital.
That’s how people are. The impression you had of someone you once trusted suddenly develops a flaw, and the things you overlooked before become uncontrollable like a flood bursting through a dam.
Not to mention that Hamish had never trusted Elisa from the beginning.
Elisa froze and murmured, “I didn’t push her.”
“You say Lila framed you, but can Mrs. Gordon also frame you?”
“I did say those words, but I didn’t push her.”
“Enough!” Hamish harshly interrupted her. “Based on the things you said to Lila, that’s enough for you to die once!”
He never considered that Elisa could be so forgetful. It wasn’t long ago that he warned her not to target Lila.
This woman never learned her lesson. A surge of anger rose in his chest. Hamish’s eyes narrowed, and a cold light burst forth from within him. “Elisa, open the door. I’ll count to three.”
The result would be the same whether she opened the door or not, so why didn’t she wait for Hamish to calm down before going out?
But what if Hamish decided to be heartless like last time and keep her locked inside for four days? There was nothing he wouldn’t do, considering the kind of person Hamish was.
“One.” A deep voice from outside interrupted Elisa’s thoughts. She clasped her hands tightly together, cold sweat already dripping from her forehead.
“Two.” She gritted her teeth and uttered the word. Anger burned within her, and Elisa dared to defy his words?
Before reaching three, Hamish kicked directly. The solid wooden door was sturdy, but it couldn’t withstand Hamish’s violence. The entire door rattled and seemed on the verge of collapsing.
Elisa was frightened and dared not lean against the door. Helplessly, she looked around, searching for something to use as support.
As she was moving a desk, a loud bang echoed from the closed door. A crack appeared, followed by a crashing sound, and the previously tightly shut door split open.
In just a few minutes, Hamish kicked the door open. Elisa instantly cowered in a corner, trembling all over, her eyes filled with fear.
Hamish strode into the bedroom, ruffling his slightly disheveled hair. When he saw Elisa cowering in the corner, a cold smile formed on his lips. Suppressing his anger, he said calmly, “Elisa, why can’t you just listen to me? Do you fucking want to be beaten?”
While he spoke vulgarly, his face remained calm. But Elisa knew that the calmer he appeared, the angrier he was inside.
Elisa was afraid, trembling lips whispering, “I really didn’t push her, I didn’t.”
Elisa didn’t dare to lift her head or close her eyes. Huddled on the ground, she curled up like a frightened pangolin, her gaze fixed on the approaching shadow, getting closer and closer. Finally, a pair of black leather shoes stopped within her line of sight.
An overwhelming sense of intimidation enveloped her, and Elisa felt suffocated.
Hamish lazily sat on the bed, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it. With his long fingers, he leisurely took a puff. The bluishsmoke covered his face, and his eyes appeared dim and mysterious.
The room was quiet. It was so quiet that Elisa could hear the sound of Hamish flicking the cigarette ash.
Hamish sat right in front of her, and the smell of smoke wafted into her nose. The dim orange glow of the cigarette danced above her head.
Elisa felt as if a rope were tightening around her neck, suffocating her. The oppressive aura emanating from Hamish threatened to crush her sanity.
She had never seen Hamish so terrifying before. She had to forcefully bite her lower lip to stop her teeth from trembling.
“Lift your head,” he commanded.
Elisa’s shoulders trembled, but she didn’t move.
A flash of killing intent crossed Hamish’s eyes. “Do I need to repeat myself?”
Because she was too frightened, Elisa’s movements became extremely stiff. She slowly raised her head, her eyes already red.
Hamish let out a cold laugh, tossed the cigarette onto the floor, and extinguished it with his foot. The orange-red flame turned into a dark stain, dirtying the clean floor. He stood up, his height of nearly six feet towering over Elisa, who had a pale face.