His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

21 Wipe The Fear Off Your Face!

Frade drove the car to the address I gave him. He seemed to know the city well because he drove near my home without even using GPS. My old home, to be exact.

Through the window, I could see the pitch-black asphalt road and the trees swaying in the night wind. The sign in front of me became clearer and clearer. I looked up and saw the words -- Green Manor.

Green was my family name, and I knew that my home was not far away. I suddenly felt cold all over and even a little queasy. When the fear returned, I told Frade to stop the car.

"Are you all right?" Frade touched my forehead. "You're so cold!"

"I'm fine!" I took off his coat and took my old clothes out of the bag and put them on. I can't go home in such bright clothes. It's against the rules.

"Eva, can you tell me what you're doing?" Frade grimaced as he grabbed my hand that was pushing the door open. "Don't leave me!"

"Frade, I have to walk the rest of the way!" I turned my head away from him, but his heavy snoring could still be heard.

"Let me stay with you. Whatever you're going to do!" he said.

"Why do you care?" I looked at him and sneered, "I've already repaid you. Why are you pretending to care about me? I think you know the relationship between us. You don't need to ask about my private matters."

I struggled to let go of his hand, but he was still clinging to my wrist, his green eyes burning with anger.

"Let me go!" I growled.

Frade stared at me and pulled me into his arms. I tried to break free, but his hands wrapped around me like wire. Suddenly, he put his lips to my ear.

"You're afraid, Eva!" He said in a low voice. "I smell you, and whoever you're going to face next, I suggest you wipe that fear off your face!"

He kissed me on the forehead without any explanation, just like a kiss to send a loved one away from home. Then he let go of my hand and opened the door for me.

I got out of the car and walked down the road. The headlights behind me lit up the road ahead. The iron gate of the manor was right in front of me, and I did not look back when I rang the bell. I heard the sound of the car engine behind me, and the lights went out. He's gone.

"Hello, Green Family! May I have the name of your visitor, please?" The doorbell rang with the loud voice of Jorah, the housekeeper.

"Eva Green!" I said my name reluctantly.

Soon, housekeeper Jorah opened the door for me. He still looks the same after all these years. Jorah was always serious and didn't smile. But at least he had some respect for me.

"Mr. Green is waiting for you in his study!" His serious tone made me realize the seriousness of the situation.

As I made my way to the house, Jorah walked in front of me. The scent of flowers wafted from the bushes along the road. I wrinkled my nose and exhaled, trying to get the smell out of my nose. The smell of the flowers was so sweet that I began to feel sick again.

Jorah's figure swayed before my eyes, and I looked up and saw the blue-gray House. The white moonlight cast a shadow on the top floor. Slowly, the shadow became a figure in my memory, a figure I could not forget. In a trance, I saw a white butterfly on the roof. She folded her wings and stood on the wall of the attic, her black eyes full of sadness.

Suddenly, the white butterfly spread her wings and flew down from the top of the building like a heavy object falling from the sky. I used to dream that the white butterfly would fly in the air or be carried away by the wind. But she didn't. She fell hard to the ground.

Blood stained her white skirt. That day, I saw her. I remember I was just standing right there. I was only 3 years old at the time, and when I came to my senses, I ran screaming.

A man grabbed my arm. He put his hand over my eyes and carried me on his shoulder.

Mom! I remember calling her that.

So many years have passed. The ground is clean now. All the blood had been cleaned up. But I knew that every inch of ground I stepped on had drunk her blood.

She was buried on Earth. She must have felt the cold and loneliness of Hell as I did.

I stepped on the steps, and the light of the room shone on the tips of my shoes. I looked down and saw a dark shadow cast from the upper of my shoe. A woman stood in my way.

When I looked up, my stepmother gave me a tight slap. Her sharp nails ran across my cheek.

"How dare you do this to my daughter!" Said Lydia menacingly, her eyes wide with heavy eye shadow.

I wiped my cheek with one hand, and there was a smear of blood on my index finger. The oaths in my ear continued.

"If anything happens to my daughter, you will regret it!"

I looked up and made eye contact with Lydia, who was yelling. She paused when she saw my eyes, as if she were looking at something she had never seen before.

"You have no right to hit me, you b.itch," I said to her, word by word. "You don't deserve it!"

"How dare you humiliate me like that!" Lydia's voice sounds like she's choked, but she still acts like she's not afraid of anything.

I raised my hand to give her a shot back, but the moment I waved my hand at Lydia, Jorah grabbed my wrist, just as he had stopped me from running to my mother when I was a child.

"Miss, don't make your father wait too long!" Jorah's voice sounded like a warning. Even Lydia didn't dare to be arrogant. She knew that provoking my father would not end well.

Lydia moved to one side, and glared at me as I passed her. She wanted to tell me it wasn't over.

Jorah took me to the study on the second floor and handed me a tissue from his pocket before he knocked on the door. Even if he had no words, I knew exactly what he meant.

He wanted me to be neat and well-behaved when I met my father, I know. Everyone who lives in this house knows my father's rules.

I took the white tissue from Jorah's hand and wiped the blood off my face. Jorah tried to take my used tissue by hand, but I threw the bloody tissue out of the window.

The tissue was carried away by the night wind, floating in the air for a few times before slowly falling down, just like the white butterfly in my memory.

In Jorah's surprised eyes, I knocked on the study door. With the sound of permission, I gripped the doorknob, opened the door, and inched forward.

Wipe that fear off your face! I remembered what Frade said.