His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

35 What Do You Want From Me?

Through the binoculars, I could see the familiar gate of the manor closed. Soon a Lincoln pulled out of the open gate. Jorah, the housekeeper, stood respectfully on one side of the gate, looking at the car as he watched his loved ones leave.

Frade found out that my father is flying on a private jet today to a business meeting on an island in the south. So today is a good day!

If I remember correctly, every Sunday was the day of rest for the servants of the manor. On the day off, all the servants would go downtown to shop or find a place to relax. After all, no one could stay in the manor all the time. But Jorah is an exception. He never leaves this place at any time unless he has to. He made the manor his home, guarding the last line of defense like a samurai when everyone was gone.

I once heard my mother mention that Jorah had been working as a housekeeper before she married my father, and that sometimes he also acted as my father's chauffeur.

In my impression, he always looks serious. His clothes are always clean and neat, and his face is always expressionless. When I was a kid, I wondered if he was even a robot, because he never showed any emotion in front of anyone, and he did things almost perfectly.

He even knows how many rats there are in the manor! That's what my mother said about him.

Just as Jorah was about to turn around and close the door, Frade's shadow darted behind him like a ghost, then Jorah's body slowly fell back. He turned his head to see who had knocked him out, but before he could see the face of the attacker behind him, he was in Frade's arms.

Before I arrived, I questioned whether Frade had enough liquid in his syringe. He told me calmly that he could stun a bull.

Is that man as strong as a bull? Frade asked me back.

And the truth is, Jorah is a thin man, and he's nothing compared to a bull!

I put my binoculars away, started the car and sped off in the direction of the gate.

We got Jorah into a warehouse. It's an abandoned factory owned by Frade, on the outskirts of the city. The place was overgrown with weeds and the barn door was rusted. Behind the factory is a barren mountain. It's a good place to kill a man and to keep his mouth shut.

I had no intention of involving Frade in my plan. But when he found out that Mia and I were related, he was hell-bent on figuring out what the hell was going on. So I had to make him my accomplice.

......

"When will he wake up?"

Tied to a chair, Jorah's head hung low as if he were asleep.

"In fact, he should be awake by now," Frade said in a low voice, as deadpan as a police officer about to interrogate a prisoner.

"You mean he's pretending to be dizzy?" I looked at him for help.

Frade's gaze fell on a dagger on an old table nearby.

"Jorah, if you don't wake up, I'll stab you in the thigh!" I whispered in Jorah's ear. "I don't want to hurt you!"

But Jorah didn't respond. I saw Frade shaking his head at me. Apparently, he thought my questioning was unnecessary.

So I picked up the knife on the table and stabbed Jorah directly in the thigh, and as Jorah looked up in shock, I heard the tearing of muscle tissue.

Blood ran down Jorah's clean black trousers to the floor. He stared at me with his eyes wide open. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. But his face showed no sign of pain.

"Eva, an elegant lady wouldn't do such a rude thing," he said, in a teacher-lecturing tone. "Your mother would be sad to see you now!"

"Shut up!" I pulled up a chair and sat down in front of him. "I don't want to talk nonsense. If you don't want to get hurt again, just answer my questions!"

"What do you want from me?" He looked up into my eyes. "If it's about your father, I'm afraid I can't tell you!"

"Do you remember that woman, Mary?" I sneered at him, "Yes, she was the governess who slept with my father. She's dead. Before she died, she told me a secret. She said I was not my father's child. She said my mother slept with another man. Is that true?"

It was the first time I had seen the look of sadness in Jorah's eyes, but it lasted less than two seconds and he was back to his usual seriousness.

"You shouldn't listen to a woman's nonsense," Jorah said. "Mr. Green gave you his last name, and that makes you a Green!"

"Show him the file!"

Fraed handed me the genetic test paper, and he kept watching me from behind.

"This document shows that I am related to a woman named Mia," I said, holding up the red-stamped page of the document to Jorah.

Jorah's expression froze for a moment, his expression betraying him. He must know something!

"Kill me, Eva," he said, closing his eyes as if ready to die. That beats me. I never thought Jorah could be so indifferent to his death.

However, this also proves that he knows more than I thought!

I wanted to reach out and pull the dagger out of his thigh. Maybe I need to put a few more holes in him before he caves.

But Frade took my hand, and he gestured to me not to do anything rash. He was the interrogator, and I was standing next to him like a student.

"Jorah, I admire your willpower," Frade said in his usual tone, "I found out that you were an army soldier in a battle. And I know you don't give in to anyone easily. You would rather die than betray your master. Perhaps after learning of your death, your master will make arrangements for you, or take care of your family. These are the terms that you agreed to, right?"

Jorah didn't respond. He kept his head down, blood running down his pants to his ankles. I saw him move his fingers that were tied to the back of the chair.

"Even if you have an iron will, you're still human, so you have a soft spot," Frade continued, "You're not married, but I found out that you talk to an orphanage in California every week. You remit money to the orphanage every month. You're funding a boy named Edy, who is your brother's child, right?"

Frade said and picked up his phone. He clicked on a video and placed it in front of Jorah. I heard a child laughing happily in the video.

"What a lovely child," said Frade. "Maybe you should adopt him. It's better than leaving him alone in an orphanage! How sad the poor boy would be if he knew that he had another family member in the world who refused to adopt him. Maybe he'll sneak out one day and look for you without anyone noticing. Maybe he won't find you, but he won't be able to go back to the orphanage where he belongs. What do you think?"

Jorah finally looked up, a look of despair in his eyes, but his voice was still calm. "What do you want to know?"