The one who played the violin, cooked well, and excelled in her work, Elisa, after going through a near-death experience, had passed away.
She had always been proud, but now, what kind of despair must be in her trembling hands?
Hamish held Elisa’s hand, but he couldn’t touch her soul. All he could do now was to take good care of her, to mend her already tattered soul and do his utmost to look after her, trying to make her as normal as possible. Yet, no matter how much he did, he knew he could never make up for it, and he had no idea how to stop his unstoppable tears.
It was embarrassing; he was even more upset than Elisa appeared to be.
Elisa had been quite upset initially, but seeing a man cry like this, she was momentarily at a loss. She wanted to say something, but it felt like there was a lump in her throat.
After a while, she gently patted his arm, “Husband, don’t cry. My accident is not your fault. Besides, my hand can undergo rehabilitation. Right now, I can’t pick up a fork, but I can use a spoon. And isn’t it you who’s here taking care of me? You can feed me.”
She pointed to a dish, “I want to eat this,” and then opened her mouth, waiting for Hamish to feed her.
Elisa was now certain that this man had deep feelings for her. Perhaps it was his deep love that made him cry out of guilt.
Elisa didn’t dwell on it much. After quietly finishing her meal, she stared out of the window, feeling unwell. After taking her medicine, she fell asleep again.
Having spent a full two weeks in the hospital, Elisa only saw Hamish, doctors, and nurses every day. Occasionally, Tobias would visit. It seemed he enjoyed talking to Elisa about the past, and whenever he got the chance, he would talk non-stop.
Unfortunately, Elisa couldn’t remember anything about it, and it didn’t leave much of an impression.
It all felt like a melodramatic play to her, just as Tobias had described it in the beginning, a “tragic drama” where Elisa would be bored to death in ten minutes.
When Elisa fell asleep, Tobias sent the script to Hamish’s phone, and then they both studied it together to see if there were any loopholes.
If Elisa had stayed in Bankshire all along, these loopholes would eventually be discovered.
“Has Chiwood’s house been arranged?” Hamish had properties all over the place. While others stayed in hotels on business trips, he stayed in a villa.
“It’s been arranged, but Mr. Burns, you and your wife don’t have wedding photos. We can’t just make them up, can we? Those photos the media took cannot be used as wedding photos.”
Wedding photos, even their marriage certificate was fake now. Hamish had no idea how to deceive Elisa and take her to the Civil Affairs Bureau to remarry.
Just the thought of it made his temples throb. “Let’s talk about it later.”
Prepare for all things, and adapt to all changes with an unchanging strategy.
On March 25th, Hamish took Elisa directly from the hospital to Chiwood.
The outside was sunny with a hint of cool breeze. Hamish was worried she might catch a cold, so he wrapped her up like a zongzi.
Her slender face looked rosy under the sunlight, but she didn’t feel too hot, so she didn’t take off the layers.
Elisa had initially wanted to wander around Bankshire after being discharged. Despite Tobias saying that they were only temporarily staying in Bankshire due to work, she inexplicably felt it was familiar, as if she had seen it five hundred times in a dream.
She didn’t want to leave, but as soon as she was discharged, Hamish forcefully changed her into new clothes and stuffed her into the car, heading straight to the airport.
The afternoon flight, right after lunch at the hospital, worked out perfectly. Elisa didn’t bring anything with her; her ticket, wallet, and even her phone were all with Hamish.
After passing through security, Elisa sat in the departure lounge, looking at the planes outside the large windows, feeling that everything had happened so suddenly.
She had lost all control, forced to follow Hamish. Besides this man, it seemed like she had nothing.
She was filled with unease, like a child left behind at home, afraid of being abandoned and left alone.
If Hamish suddenly didn’t want her, then what would she have left?
With no memories, she was nothing but a blank sheet.
Elisa was a little unhappy, muttering, “You clearly said you’d take me out when I was discharged.”
Hamish comforted her softly, “Yes, now that you’ve been dischargedI’ll take you back to Chiwood for a stroll. I’ll accompany you wherever you want to go. That’s our true home.”
It sounded nice, but Elisa couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss with Hamish.