Mr. Burns Is Killing His Wife

Chapter 5 He Had Never Seen Elisa Get Sick

Chapter 5 He Had Never Seen Elisa Get Sick

Hamish's body was emitting chilliness. The two were only a few centimeters apart, and Elisa waschilled awake in an instant, facing the sinister gaze of the man. She didn't know where to dart hereyes.

Suddenly, a bony finger pinched her chin, forcing Elisa to raise her head and look up in panic.

"Hamish, when did you come back?"

"I can come back whenever I want. Do I need to report to you?" Hamish knelt on the bed, forciblypressing down on Elisa despite her resistance. He moved forcefully, pinching Elisa's wrists withoutan ounce of mercy.

Feeling the woman in his arms go from relaxed to stiff, finally struggling and resisting, but havingher legs suppressed.

Elisa was panic-stricken. She had never seen Hamish like this before, like a vicious wolf about toshred and devour her. She was very afraid of him like this. The gentle and refined Hamish in hermemories was becoming more and more blurred.

She instinctively started begging for mercy: "Hamish, it hurts so much."

"Elisa, you really disgust me. Both your face and your body repulse me. A woman like Elisa doesn'tdeserve to be treated well or patiently. It's all excessive."

Elisa's body stiffened. She clenched her teeth tightly, her face as dull as old paper under the dimlight, without a hint of color.

She should have been used to Hamish's insulting words, but for some reason, her heart still achedas if it was being crushed in someone's palm little by little.

Hamish rarely came back. He treated her like a prostitute, coming back to lie down when he wasbored before leaving again, as if to fulfill her "marital duty."

Today Lila was injured. Logically, he should have been with the love of his life at the hospital. Butnow, in the middle of the night, he appeared in her bedroom. With a little thought, Elisa understood-he must have had a disagreement with Lila. Otherwise, how could it be her turn?

But tonight she really didn't have the extra energy to deal with him. Elisa pushed against the man'sfirm chest, looking for a chance to escape. Her body had just straightened up when her long hairwas seized from behind.

"Ah--" Elisa let out a cry of pain as her neck leaned back. "Hamish, it's late today. I don't want tohave sex with you."

She didn't know what it was about those words that angered him. Hamish's gloomy face lookedparticularly terrifying in the light and shadow. He grabbed Elisa's hand forcefully and pressed herface into the pillow.

"Elisa, who are you pretending to be innocent for? Do you think I don't know if you want to do it ornot? Threatening me to get married, and now you want to act indifferent?"

It was too unpleasant to hear. Elisa's breathing shuddered. She stared at the ceiling with tearsswirling in her eyes before finally being unable to hold back, wetting the pillow.

This was the man she had insisted on marrying, using the cruelest words to injure her all over.

Seeing her moist eyes, Hamish's heart tightened for a moment. He untied his tie from his neck inirritation and tied Elisa's hands to the headboard.

Elisa endured the pain brought by stomach cancer. Her tongue pressed against her teeth as shesuppressed her voice, desperately swallowing back the bloody taste in her throat. She was on theverge of begging for death, in excruciating pain.

Watching the woman curled up like a cat in the bedding, trembling finely, she looked a bit pitiful toHamish.

Of course Hamish didn't care about her, let alone have her in his heart. Elisa's health had alwaysbeen good. Working overnight and still being able to go to work on time was common. In all the timewith her, it seemed like he had never seen her get sick.

Her long hair was messy on the bed. Her back was very slender. When she bent over, her twoshoulder blades were like butterflies about to spread their wings.

He couldn't help reaching out to touch them. His fingertips had just made contact when the womanrecoiled as if frightened, quickly moving sideways. Hamish's eyes flashed with fierceness, extremelydispleased in his heart.

"Usually like a dead fish, and now you want to play hard to get? But I'm telling you it's useless!" Forsome inexplicable reason, a surge of irritation rose in Hamish's heart. Even he didn't know how toquell this emotion.

He was unwilling to admit this feeling came from Elisa. He could only think of Lila-thinking of whatLila had said to him at the hospital, asking when he would divorce Elisa-his mood instantly slippeddownward.

Hamish gritted his back molars. What was there about Elisa that was worth arguing with Lila over?

Elisa hugged herself, like a turtle shrinking into its shell, presenting a state of self-protection. Shefelt so cold, even though she had turned on the AC and was under a quilt. She still couldn't

withstand the chill.

It was as if a gash had been sliced open in her chest, infected and rotting her internal organs.

She had always endured pain well. She would swallow broken teeth and think nothing of it. But thistime, she really couldn't stand it anymore. Once the thought of divorce stabbed into her heart, itwould spread wildly.

When she had the strength, she would talk to Hamish about divorce. She was going to die soon.She didn't have time to appease him anymore.

When Elisa passed out from the pain, she heard Hamish say his last words.

"If it wasn't for you having the same blood type as Lila in your body, do you think I would look twiceat you? But soon you won't have any use left."

When Elisa woke up, Hamish was long gone. She weakly propped herself up. The quilt slid off,exposing the hideous wounds on her neck and shoulders.

Elisa got out of bed. Her feet had just touched the ground when her mind spun into brief darkness.Elisa staggered into the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror.

The battered body covered in injuries made one feel pitiful upon seeing it. Elisa was no exception.She pitied herself. Her heart was so small, yet it was completely filled with Hamish. She had triedher best to please him for four years, but in the end still couldn't escape a goodbye.

If feelings could be obtained through effort, how wonderful would that be?

She stood in front of the sink washing her face and brushing her teeth. Her already painful throat,after last night's begging and sobbing, had become even more painful. As she was brushing her

teeth, a gag reflex occurred in response to irritation in her throat. Her body convulsed as sheretched. What she spit out was toothpaste foam stained with blood.

Elisa had always adapted well. Even vomiting blood was something she could get used to and payno mind. She turned on the faucet and rinsed away the bloody foam in the basin.

After cleaning up and coming out, it was past 7:30. She couldn't eat anything, but thinking of thedeformed stomach inside her, she still heated up a cup of milk to drink.

At the company, Elisa processed documents and looked over Powell Group's profits for the past fewmonths. The data was declining. It was as if Elisa had already seen the day Powell Group would fallinto decline.

She had long known about Hamish secretly sabotaging Powell Group out of spite, in order to getback at her. He could be said to stop at nothing.

Hamish had always been the vengeful type. He acted decisively and in a flash had pulled the oncestrongest company in Heise, Powell Group, down from its status in the business world.

In the end she was no match for him. Hamish's vicious methods were something she could probablynever learn in her lifetime.

After flipping through a ledger, Elisa leaned back in her chair, picked up the now cold coffee on herdesk and took a sip. The coffee's bitter taste slowly diluted the bloody sweetness in her throat.

A skinny camel is still bigger than a horse. Elisa got up and went to the floor-to-ceiling window,looking at the high-rises before her. It was time to prepare for the end.

But who should manage this massive corporation after her death?novelbin

Her dad? Or her brother? Those two only knew how to enjoy the fruits of others' labor. She fearedthat if Powell Group was handed to them, it would be squandered in a matter of years.

The more Elisa thought about it, the more she realized the most suitable person to take over PowellGroup was actually her legal husband who was bent on bankrupting Powell Group-Hamish.

Elisa's brows were shrouded in gloom. Her eyes looking out the window had become very deep, likea drop of ink dissolving into them, an undiluted black. She raised her left hand and pressed itagainst the cold window, her fingertips turning cold white. Her fingers tapped rhythmically on theglass.

The office was very quiet, making those soft taps especially clear. Elisa rarely had moments ofabsentmindedness. She liked spacing out, sinking into a fleeting state of loss of awareness, as ifonly this could make her temporarily forget the pain reality brought her.

The phone on the desk suddenly vibrated. Elisa snapped back to her senses and looked over. Fromthree meters away, she could still clearly see "Father" on the screen.

Father should have been one of the closest words in the world, but to Elisa it was just a coldappellation. She went over and answered the phone.

"Elisa, transfer 200, 000 to my account." Koby Powell's voice was slightly low, his tone cold anddetached.

Elisa's hand holding the phone tightened: "Dad, are you only calling me for money?"

Koby sounded a little impatient: "It's only right for a daughter to give her father money. If you weren'tin charge of the Powell family, do you think I'd want money from you? If you don't want to givemoney then sign Powell Group over to me."

Elisa carefully savored the appellation "daughter." It was admirable her dad still remembered shewas his daughter, not just a cold, impersonal money printer.

He remembered she was his daughter, but why did he never care about her? She didn't expectKoby to treat her very well, she just wanted him to ask her normal questions every so often-haveyou eaten? How are you feeling lately? Are you tired from work? Things like that would be enough.She was actually very easy to satisfy, just needing a tiny bit of care.

"Did you hear me or not!" Koby snapped over the phone.

Elisa suppressed her emotions: "Didn't I just transfer one hundred thousand to you last week? It'sonly been a few days. Did you use it all up already?"

"That little bit of money can't do much," Koby said somewhat guiltily. But thinking of Elisa controllingthis massive corporation, sometimes taking in over a million a day, he felt some confidence again.

"Hurry up and transfer the money, or I'll go straight to your company for it. Let's see if it's moreembarrassing for me or for you then."

"I can give the money, but you have to tell me what you're using it for. 200, 000 is no small amount."

Seeing Elisa relent, Koby also lowered his tone: "I've got my eye on an investment project recently,just lacking 200, 000. Once I make money from it I won't need to ask you anymore."