Elisa’s voice was cold and low, “When you told me that this child was an accident and shouldn’t have come into this world, I think it’s you who shouldn’t have come into this world. Your mother should have killed you in her womb, or taken you with her when she died.”
“You act like a man, but you deserve to lose both your parents and not receive any love!”
Language, a tool capable of expressing deep affection, can be just as sharp when used to hurt someone, like a knife that can leave a person riddled with wounds, bleeding profusely.
Two people who were once so in love, now using the most venomous words to pressure each other. If she had a knife in her hand, she would have plunged it into his chest without hesitation.
Hamish took a deep breath, trying hard to calm his agitated emotions, but it was futile. His entire body felt frozen, his suppressed emotions struggling to find a way out.
If it were anyone else speaking to him like this, he would have slapped them already, perhaps even maimed or killed them.
The death of his parents was a permanent wound for him. Even though many years had passed, the wound, when inadvertently prodded, still caused him convulsions of pain. Not to mention Elisa using such cutting words.
Elisa knew that Hamish’s parents had died in a car accident, but what she didn’t know was that at the time of the accident, Hamish was in the car with them. His parents had held him tightly in the back seat, protecting him, which allowed him to escape death.
In that confined space, for a long two hours, the air in the car was filled with the smell of despair and blood. He struggled to breathe, and after briefly losing consciousness, he awoke to the sight of his parents’ tragic deaths.
Faces stained with blood, eyes wide open, skin as pale as paper, the two bodies that had protected him turned from warm to icy cold, blood dripped onto his face, freezing in the wind.
The once stuffy summer now felt like the depth of winter, cold enough to make one lose their sanity.
…
Hamish’s face turned a ghastly shade, looking somewhat terrifying. Elisa fearlessly met his gaze, not even blinking.
In the end, it was Hamish who first backed down. He was afraid that if he continued to stare at Elisa’s fearless face, he would lose control and strangle her.
He quickly glanced around the room, as a distraction. The rented house was narrow and simple, yet neatly arranged. It had a kitchen and a bathroom, albeit small.
It was evident that Elisa had already made this place her home in the two months she had been away. There was a refrigerator, and the kitchen still smelled of cooking.
The living room and dining area were combined, with no distinction between them. There was a table, two chairs, and a sofa, and from his vantage point, he could even see her bedroom.
Clothes were strewn on the floor, probably from her hurried attempt to tidy up.
Overall, it was livable.
“I don’t see any reason for you to tidy up, so why don’t you just come home with me now,” he said, reaching out to grab Elisa’s hand, only to have her body instinctively recoil.
“I’m not going back,” she said.
Already angered by her previous words, Hamish’s gaze turned instantly fierce, his chest heaving, veins showing on his neck.
“Say it again,” Hamish’s voice remained steady, devoid of emotion, unnaturally calm, like the calm before a storm.
“I’m not going back,” Elisa said, with a bitter smile. “That’s your home, not mine.”
Hamish claimed they were husband and wife, that it was their marital home. But she had never felt any warmth of a home there, it was more like a cage to confine her.
She wasn’t his wife, just a pet, one that could be sterilized without her consent, restricting her freedom. In that “cage,” her world was only as big as Hamish. She belonged to Hamish, but he never belonged to her.
Elisa had always felt the distance between her and Hamish, but she hadn’t realized it was this vast, as if even in a lifetime, they couldn’t come together.
For people with such different values, if they couldn’t be together, it was better to part ways.
But she had underestimated Hamish’s possessive nature.
“Elisa, I’ll say this once. I have ways to take you back to Chiwood, but I don’t want to be rough with you,” Hamish said in a deep voice, as chilling as a winter night, devoid of any warmth.
Elisa’s eyelashes fluttered, unable to hold back her breath, those words werelike knives, striking her heart and bringing forth a familiar, numbing ache.
Her eyes reddened, a bitter taste rising in her throat. She struggled to hold back, forcing a smile that looked rather pitiful.
“Is this your true nature, Hamish?” she continued, “I’ve been pretending for so many months while suffering from amnesia.”
“You claim to love me, but you’ve hurt me the most. Not a single cruel word has been spared.”
“Hamish, in the two months I’ve been gone, have you really cared about me? Were you worried about me having an accident, being mistreated? When I had stomach pains, did you have medicine ready? Did you worry when I was in pain and vomiting blood in the middle of the night?”
Hamish pursed his lips into a straight line, his eyes flickering, yet he said nothing.
Elisa forced out her next words, “For you,” she said, “No, you only thought about how to get rid of my child or make the baby in my belly disappear along this journey. You probably didn’t expect my child to survive to four months, healthy and active.”
“You’re right,” Hamish exploded in anger, not listening to anything she said. Since Elisa was unwilling to go with him, he would use force, even if it meant tying her up and taking her back.
His hand suddenly seized Elisa’s throat, causing her to gasp for air. Her body instinctively leaned backward due to the lack of oxygen, and for a moment, she felt fear and panic, like a fish stranded on shore, subconsciously protecting her belly with both hands.
With her hands restrained, Hamish smoothly held her waist; despite being pregnant, it was still so slender, as if it hadn’t grown at all.
Her belly slightly protruding, when Hamish touched her stomach, he instinctively softened his grip.
With one hand around her waist and the other gripping her neck, he began to drag her out.
The suited bodyguards had long been waiting outside the door. One of them held a box, and as soon as they saw Hamish bringing her out, they immediately surrounded her, restraining Elisa’s struggling body.
The guard holding the box swiftly opened it, revealing several vials of medicine. He prepared a syringe and held Elisa’s wrist.
Elisa was too late to react, her jaw held shut, unable to make a sound, only able to watch as the guard injected the needle into her arm.