His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

110 Do Me One More Favor

"What did those bastards do to Liv?" I clutched the armrest of the wheelchair.

"When I got there, they were going to cut her up like a piece of wood with a chainsaw." Mark glanced at the bandage on his hand. "Now they'll never be able to use electricity again. Unless hell needs lumberjacks."

"Are you all right?" I asked Mark. "Are you badly hurt?"

"It's nothing compared to what happened to your friend," Mark said, rising to his feet. "My work is done. Can I go home and sleep now?"

"Go home and get some rest," Frade said. "Tomorrow will be your day off."

Mark tapped Frade on the shoulder and gave me a meaningful look before he left. I guessed what he meant.

Then Frade wheeled me into the VIP room and we went to Liv's bed.

Liv is lying on a hospital bed. She was terribly thin, her cheeks sunken. A transparent oxygen mask was placed over her nose and mouth. Although she could not speak, her eyes were still looking at me.

"I'm sorry, Liv," I said as I shook her hand.

Liv looks at me, and she rubs her finger on the back of my hand, gently. Her eyes were gentle and uncritical. It made me feel even worse. Not only was I unable to protect her, but I also let her be hurt.

My tears fell on the back of my hand, and Liv tried to dry them for me. Her hand went up in the air and down. She's weak. I hate Mikeal so much right now. He was vicious enough to try to kill Liv. This is outrageous!

A nurse entered the ward and asked us to leave. So I said goodbye to Liv and left.

"Do you want me to take you out to the garden?" Frade asked gently behind me.

"No, please take me back to my room," I said to him. "I have something to tell you."

Back in the ward, I took out my cell phone. I looked at Frade and told him seriously.

"I want you to do me one more favor."

"I don't mind doing you one more favor. What is it?" Frade asked curiously.

"My phone has evidence of Ron's illegal business activities, including arms trafficking with Mikeal," I said. "I want you to help me get this information to the police."

"Are you sure?" Frade looked at my phone hesitantly, "This document is a lethal weapon against the Moors and a bargaining chip your fiance is using to fight for control of the family. If you give it to me, there's a good chance your fiance will lose to me. So I ask you again, are you sure you want to give me this document?"

I certainly know how important this document is to Daley. Not only will it bring down the Moors, it will put Mikeal in jail. That means Daley loses the Green family's support. I knew Mikeal didn't really want to work with Daley, and it was just a setup. As for how he knew that Liv had the flash drive in his hand, I still can't guess.

I had considered giving the flash drive to Daley, but it wasn't fair to Frade. He risked his life to help me rescue Liv. I owe him.

"Yes, I'm sure," I said firmly.

"Did you ever think that if you lost the drive, Daley might not marry you?" Frade lowered his voice, sounding tentative. "You know he married you for a reason, right?"

I smiled at him wryly. So what if Daley and I married for a reason? Didn't Ron and I get married for a reason? A lot of people's marriages are based on profit. If I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have been hurt. My baby won't die.

"Frade, this is between me and Daley," I reminded him. "It's none of your business."

His face cooled instantly, and then he gazed at me with those deep emerald eyes, "Because I care."

"What do you care?" I asked.

"I care if you marry him because you love him," Frade said. "So do you love him?"

I can't answer that question. Love is painful. Once I thought I loved Ron, but my love led me to my death. I used to think of Ron as a lifeline from Mikeal, and all the love I thought he gave me was just an illusion. That's just the reward I get for trying to be a good wife.

"I don't want to talk about it now," I refused. "You just have to answer me, yes or no."

Frade smiled helplessly. "I don't know why but I can't say no to you."

"Thank you," I said and transferred the files to his phone via Bluetooth.

Looking at the mobile phone screen, it shows that the file transfer is 100% complete. I finally feel relieved. After a while, the nurse came to give me the injection. I felt tired and soon fell asleep.

For the next two days, Frade would spend time with me at the hospital every day. Sometimes he would accompany me to walk in the garden, sometimes he would bring me some exquisite snacks, because I complained to him that the food in the hospital was too bad.

I try not to have any relationship issues when I talk to him. I've always thought of my relationship with him as a friendship, and that's the biggest change I've made. I knew that after everything that had happened, I couldn't escape him at all. All I could do was restrain myself.

Liv's health was improving, and one time when I went to see her in her room, I happened to see Mark there with a bunch of carnations. She smiled at Mark, as if he had said something to her.

So I silently left the room. I don't need a wheelchair to walk anymore. I don't think my injury is serious. The doctor was a little surprised when he saw me getting out of bed and walking, but he also thinks that exercise is good for my body. Of course, he also gave me an injection to replenish my energy.

While I was in the hospital, Daley sent me a text message telling me that he was delaying his return for special reasons. This is good for me. I didn't ask him why he delayed coming home, because I knew there were a lot of things he wouldn't tell me in a text message, and we didn't even talk or video chat. It's his habit. He is always habitually cold.

Frade is extremely efficient. One morning, I turned on the TV in my room and saw the news on. Ron was arrested by the police for abusing underage girls. I was shocked that the girl turned out to be an underage girl. Ron's venom exceeded my expectations.

At the same time, the document has been widely reported in the media, especially the arms-dealing part. Mikeal's name was mentioned in the news, but the language in the report was vague. They remained on the sidelines, not wanting to offend him at once.

I saw on TV that the police had come to Mikeal's house and taken him away. Even in the face of the police, he still had a cold, arrogant look. Through the screen, I saw him sitting in the police car. He glared fiercely at the camera.

I immediately turned off the TV and put my head back on the pillow. My phone received a text message, so I clicked on my inbox.

'I've got the girls from pudding and they're home safe. Daley.'

Those poor girls are back at last, and I'm glad for them in my heart.

After saying good night to Liv, I went back to bed and quickly fell asleep. I was woken up by a cold wind in the middle of the night. When I opened my eyes slightly, I saw a man in a white coat and a mask standing by my hospital bed. He had a syringe in his hand and was about to inject it into the vein of my arm.

Before I knew it, the man had grabbed the pillow with one hand and pressed it against my face.