Without waiting for Hattie’s response, Micah’s next words were, “I want to kill him.”
Micah had seen his fair share of scumbags in his life, and Hamish was one of them. The thought of the harm Elisa had suffered in the past made him wish he could kill this man.
Now that Hattie was walking the same path as Elisa, being bullied by a scumbag, it stirred up his unpleasant memories.
Hattie felt a chill in her heart. She never expected the usually gentle Micah to say such words.
Micah was a very gentle person, rarely getting angry, but he cared too much about Hattie.
“Do not do anything foolish for my sake, it’s all in the past.”
Can it really be left in the past? The once brilliant figure in the medical world, Hattie, who worked with Micah on cancer drugs and surgeries for cancer patients, how many lives did they save together?
Two years in prison destroyed everything, the once proud and shining figure in the hospital, Hattie, had become a small and pitiful person.
Destroyed hands destroyed her pride, and without her pride, Hattie was like a tiny speck of dust in the world, easily blown away by the wind, leaving no trace behind.
Micah asked, “Hattie, do you regret it?”
“Regret what? Regret not stabbing Harry more than 29 times? Or regret not hitting a vital point with those 29 stabbings?”
Those are the only things that could make Hattie regret. She never regretted stabbing Harry 29 times; she regretted not killing him.
Even if she hadn’t stabbed him, enduring the pain and humiliation by staying with him, her fate wouldn’t have been any better than it is now.
Thinking of that man, Hattie closed her eyes and furrowed her brow.
After the Mason family went bankrupt, Mr. Mason was imprisoned, and Mrs. Mason, unable to cope with the drastic change in their status, committed suicide by jumping off a building.
Hattie, who had just finished primary school, became unwanted by anyone. She slept on the streets, rummaged through leftovers for food, until the orphanage was about to take her in, and Harry came to her rescue.
Harry brought her home, giving her warmth and love, slowly mending her broken world.
In those years, Harry had been good to her, everyone envied her for having such a good “brother.”
He showered her with affection, making her believe she was still the Miss of the Mason family, nothing had changed, until she gradually accepted the truth.
On her eighteenth birthday, Harry gave her a “coming-of-age gift” that she would never forget.
He locked her in a dark room for a whole month, subjecting her to humiliation. That was when she realized she had been living in Harry’s fabricated lies, and in this drama, she was the only clown.
The fish on the table remained motionless, and the next day Micah still cooked a table full of light dishes.
After dinner, Micah took Hattie out to buy a phone, a few clothes, shoes, and gloves.
As it was getting colder, the gloves not only kept her hands warm but also covered her ugly hands.
“I may need to get a temporary ID.”
It would take three days to get a temporary ID. The staff were curious when they heard her name.
“Hattie,” the name had quite a reputation. Even after stabbing someone 29 times without killing them, the short videos were still circulating, and many people had turned it into jokes and videos.
Just yesterday, she came across a video of herself, and the staff couldn’t help but sneak a few more glances at Hattie, becoming more and more familiar with her. When Hattie registered her information and left, the staff quickly checked online, found a photo, made a comparison, and confirmed it was the same person.
Hattie’s face, apart from being thinner and paler, had changed little, just a few less sharp edges compared to before.
The prisoners in jail listened to Harry, following his orders. Despite being covered in injuries from head to toe, Hattie’s face was left untouched.
The staff showed a look of disgust.
After filling out the forms, Hattie found a corner to wait for her turn for a photo.
It was soon her turn, and after the picture was taken, the staff reminded her to come back in three days to collect her ID, their tone cold and somewhat impatient.
Hattie, seeming to ignore their gaze, nodded slightly and said, “Thank you,” before turning to leave.
Outside, Micah bought two bottles of water and handed one to Hattie.
Surprised, Hattie found that the water was warm.
“Why is it warm?”
“I asked the shop for some hot water to warm it for you, you shouldn’t drink cold water with your stomach issues.” It was an oversight on his part; he should have bought a thermos in advance.
“Is it done?”
“It’s done,” Hattie took a sip of the water. She wasn’t thirsty but had esophagitis, which made her throat occasionally dry and uncomfortable.
“You can only collect the temporary ID in three days.”
Micah checked his watch; it was already noon, a good time for lunch. If they went back to cook, it would be late.
“What do you want to eat?”
“Noodles.”
The two of them went to a noodle stand, and Hattie ordered a bowl of clear soup noodles; Micah had been paying for everything these few days.
Hattie’s bank card needed to be reissued, and to do that, she needed her ID, so she had to wait. After getting her bank card reissued, she would transfer the money to Micah.
Lost in her thoughts, Hattie suddenly heard a familiar voice in the shop.
Hattie subconsciously lifted her head and saw a TV inside playing. The owner changed the channel casually, and as Hattie sipped her soup, she caught a glimpse of Harry on the screen. She stared blankly at the face on the screen, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Micah, sitting opposite her, noticed her reaction and followed her gaze to the TV. However, the owner had already changed the channel.
“What are you looking at?”
“Nothing,” Hattie’s body stiffened for a moment, then she said, “I want to leave here once all my cards are in order.”