His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

135 Vickie Wakes Up

"My grandmother wants to see you," Daley said.

"Is Vickie awake?"

"Yes, she wants to see you now."

"I'm on my way," I said, hanging up. I told this good news to Liv. She was also happy that Vickie had come back to life.

By the time I got back to the ward, there were already several strong men on either side of the corridor. I saw Mark standing next to Frade. Daley and his men were on the other side. As I walked down the corridor, a cold, nervous feeling came over my feet.

A nurse was standing outside the door. Daley said to her, "This is Eva. My grandma has asked to see her."

The nurse nodded and opened the door. I walked in. Next to the bed stood another nurse, who slowly rocked Vickie's bed up. When Vickie saw me, she waved weakly at me.

"Come, child," her voice was as light as a feather.

"I'm so glad to see you safe," I said as I walked up to her. Her face was pale and haggard. The golden eyes were covered with a faint mist, losing their golden lustre.

"We came as soon as we heard you were in a critical situation," I said, looking at the poor woman in front of me. "The doctor said you might never wake up."

"Doctors make a mountain out of a molehill," Vickie scoffed, "I just fainted, but they said that a tumour in my brain had blocked a blood vessel, and they operated on me while I was unconscious. Damn it, I still have a headache."

"I think you should rest," I comforted her. "Your two grandsons are outside watching over you."

"They're waiting for me to die," Vickie quipped. "I know what they're up to."

"Your grandchildren love you."

"Don't put in a good word for them. Oh, my head is hurting again."

Then the nurse chimed in, "Do you want me to call the doctor for you?"

"Send him over only if he can bring me a bottle of whiskey," Vickie said angrily. "I don't want to see anyone in a white coat. You, too."

The nurse said nothing more. Before she left, she told me to ring the bedside bell if anything happened. She pointed to a red button on the nightstand. I nodded my head.

"You need to rest," I whispered to Vickie. "Rest is the best medicine for people after surgery."

"Child, will you stay here with me?" Vickie looked at me helplessly. "When I close my eyes, I always see my dead son and my crazy stepdaughter."

"I'll stay with you," I said, holding Vickie's wrinkled hand as she sighed and closed her eyes.

When she fell asleep, I tried to pull my hand out, but her hand grabbed mine the next second. I could feel her fear. So I lay on my stomach by the hospital bed until dawn.

When the doctor came the next morning, a nurse woke me up. They put a patch on Vickie to connect the device, and when the nurse woke her up, she got the first swear word of the morning.

"She's recovering faster than we thought," the doctor said. "That's a good thing."

"If you give me some whiskey, I think I'll recover faster," Vickie said grumpily. "Or you can pour it into a syringe."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to drink for the next six months," the doctor said seriously. "Excessive drinking will harm your health."

"Get out." Vickie rolled her eyes at the doctor.

After the examination, the doctor and nurse left the ward. As I got up to move my numb legs, Vickie glanced at me from her bed.

"You can go back and rest if you're tired. God, but I want you to stay with me."

"That's all right," I said with a smile.

"Are they still out there?" Vickie asked.

"Who? You mean Daley and Frade?" I said. "I guess so."

"Who else?"

"Mark and Liv, and," I paused for a second, "Mia. Frade's girlfriend."

"Oh, s.hit." Vickie grimaced. "Isn't that woman dead?"

"She's alive," I said. "And she's my sister."

"Oh, God. I wish I had a whiskey right now," Vickie said. "Let my grandkids in."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," Vickie said. "At least let them know I'm alive."

The moment I opened the door and walked out of the room, the people who had been leaning against the wall stood up straight. Frade and Daley looked at me at the same time, and Mia fell asleep on the bench, a dark blue suit draped over her.

"Vickie wants to see you," I said to Frade and Daley.

They looked at each other and followed me into the room without a word. Vickie lay on the bed with a needle connected to the infusion tube on the back of one hand. The doctor gave her an injection because she couldn't eat for three days after the operation. However, she seemed to be in a much better state of mind this morning than last night.

"You look good," Frade said first, standing on either side of the bed with Daley.

"Don't be such a hypocrite," Vickie said coldly. "I know that all of you are about to surround the hospital."

The two men were silent for a few seconds, and then Vickie said, "Since I am still alive, the rule of the family is still in my hands. As for who will be the heir of the family in the future, I will publish it in my will. Now, all of you go out of the hospital. I don't want to see any more fights, okay?"

Daley and Frade nodded as Frade said, "Grandma, my fiancee wants to see you too. She prayed for you all night outside the hospital room."

"Who?" Vickie asked.

"Mia, I think you know her."

"No, I don't want to see her," Vickie said coldly, "Did you just say she's your fiancee?"

"Yes," Frade said, glancing at me. "She's from Wilson, Eva's sister."

"What about Sarah?" Vickie scowled. "Are you going to fall out with the Woods family for that woman?"

"I can explain it to Sarah," Frade said, "And Sarah doesn't have a shortage of men."

Vickie held up the needle and pointed to Frade's head. "You, you're such an idiot."

"What's wrong with marrying a Wilson girl?" Frade said deliberately. "Didn't Arthur marry Eva, too?"

"Are you married?" Vickie looked at me in surprise.

"Yes, Grandma," Daley said. "Eva and I got married in Las Vegas a few days ago. I'm sorry I didn't get to tell you."

"The two brothers married a pair of sisters," Vickie sighed. "Fate likes to tease people."

"So are you okay with me marrying Mia?" Frade asked.

"Do you care what I say?" Vickie glared at Frade. "Once you decide to do this, you have to think about the consequences."

"I'll take care of Sarah," Frade said confidently. "So can Mia come in and see you now?"

"No, I just want Eva to stay with me," Vickie said coldly. "You can all go. Eva stays."

As the door closed, Vickie asked me to approach her.

"Do me a favour," she whispered.

"What?"

"Get rid of Mia."