His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

49 Rescued

"Look what you've given me!" The man dragged me by the wrist and pulled me in front of Mrs. Carey. "She's going to give me an infection!"

Mrs. Carey is sitting on a chair in her room, counting the money from tonight's auction. When she saw the menacing man, she immediately stood up and comforted him with a respectful tone.

"What happened that upset you? Did this woman not take good care of you?"

"Damn it, haven't you examined her body before?" The man roughly tore my clothes. "Open your eyes and see. She has leprosy! You have to pay me back!"

"What?" Mrs. Carey immediately picked up her electric baton from the table and walked over to me. Her eyes widened as she examined my bare skin.

"What bad luck! She must have caught it from another woman!" Mrs. Carey called her bodyguard. "Get this woman out of here!"

"No! Please help me!" I knew she was going to kill me, just like she had done to Fiona. I begged her, but she wouldn't let me touch her body.

"Go away, you wretched woman!" Mrs. Carey hit me hard on the head with her electric baton. "Get away from me!"

The man tugged at Mrs. Carey and shouted for her to pay, cursing at her with the worst possible words. Mrs. Carey took all her anger out on me, kicking me hard with her feet and shocking me with electric batons.

My body was still shaking when the bodyguards dragged me away. I heard Mrs. Carey ordered the guards to drag me out the back door and kill me, and she said that tomorrow the garbage man would come and take my body away.

No, I don't want to! I don't want to die in this strange place. I don't want to be put in the garbage like a dead dog.

The bodyguard dragged me to a dark and empty place, and as soon as he raised the pistol, I tried my best to crawl to his feet and plead with him.

"Please, I don't want to die!"

Bodyguard poker face. He gave me a cold look, then raised his foot and kicked me twice in the head. I heard the trigger pull. At that moment, I knew I was going to die!

I closed my eyes the moment I heard the shot, and just when I thought I would fall back into the darkness, a loud thud made me open my eyes.

The bodyguard who was going to kill me fell to the ground. I put my hands on the ground and saw that he had a bullet hole in his forehead and that blood was coming out of the hole.

The bodyguard's eyes widened, his hand still clutching the pistol.

Suddenly I felt dizzy and itchy all over. My body fell limp to the ground. I could hear the sound of gunfire coming from my ears, then the sound of smashing and men and women shouting from inside the house.

My vision blurred and my body began to feel cold. The smell of smoke wafted into my nose and lungs. I coughed and clawed at the ground, looking for a stick or cane to hold me up.

However, my hand felt a smooth, leather-like object, so I held on to this lifesaver. After a few seconds, I realized it was a pair of leather boots. A silvery light and a face appeared in the blur, and I looked at the man in front of me and begged weakly.

"Help me!"

Then I blacked out and passed out.

When I woke up, I found I was lying on a soft bed, but I could not move. I was in and out of a coma. I remember a woman who looked like a nurse giving me water, and sometimes I would wake up and see a tall, thin figure standing by my bed. I couldn't see him clearly, but I remember the silver light.

Sometimes I feel hot and cold in my body. When it's cold, I feel like I'm sleeping in an ice cellar. When it's hot, my body feels like it's on fire.

I feel sick, which is worse than a persistent fever. But I can clearly remember something that happened around me.

A male doctor came to examine me, and a female nurse wiped my sweat and changed my clothes. But the tall, thin figure appeared only once.

Finally, I woke up one night. The moment I suddenly opened my eyes, I had an urge to get out of bed.

First, I lifted my wrist. Finding that I had regained my strength, I slowly propped up the edge of the bed with my hands. After two more tries, I was able to sit up, sit on the bed and gasp like a cancer patient after chemotherapy.

I looked around and saw a night light in the corner of the room. Maybe the nurse had left it for me in case I couldn't see it in the middle of the night.

It was a plain room, much nicer than what Mrs. Carey had offered. At least I'm the only one in this room. The window was slightly open, and a faint scent of flowers wafted in with the wind.

It was like a dream. I couldn't believe I had escaped death again. Who saved me, and what is this place?

I wonder if the owner of this place is a human trafficking pimp like Mrs. Carey?

There was a faint sound of a violin through the crack of the door. I listened carefully and determined that the voice must have come from downstairs. Curiosity got me out of bed, and I put my bare feet on the wooden floor.

A wall lamp on the wall of the broad corridor gave out a dim yellow light. I walked silently down the corridor towards the steps. The sound of the violin is getting clearer and clearer.

My feet landed on the last step, and the sound of a violin came from the house garden. Pushing the door open, I saw a man playing the violin with his back to me. The music is slow and melodious. It's a Shubert song.

The man is immersed in his world of music. The moonlight fell on him. He was like a lonely peacock crooning the saddest song in the world. A mixture of white roses and unknown red flowers was planted in the garden and waved in the wind like a dancing dancer. Just as the music was coming to an end, he stopped playing.

He looked into the distance, and finally played the last note against the breeze. The show is over.

The man put down his violin. He turned his head slowly in my direction. I wanted to turn away at once, but when I saw the face, my feet were pinned to the ground.

I looked at the man in amazement. I covered my mouth with my hand and tried not to scream. Under the bright moonlight, I saw a familiar face.

"Frade!" I finally lost control and ran to him.

I ran to him and a silver light stopped me.