His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

143 He Got Hurt For Me

When I arrived at the hospital, the paramedics wheeled Frade into the operating room. A nurse handed me Frade's blood-stained coat and told me I needed to tell Frade's family to come to the hospital as soon as possible. Before I could ask the nurse about Frade's injuries, the door of the operating room closed.

I watched as the red emergency light lit up outside the operating room and the coat I was holding nearly fell to the floor. The phone rang sharply and vibrated in his coat pocket, which made my mind immediately clear. I reached into the pocket and took out my phone.

It was Mia, and I hesitated for two minutes before answering. The moment the call went through, I heard Mia's sweet voice.

"Honey, I'm back at the hotel, but you're not here."

"This is Eva."

"Eva?" Mia's tone quickly turned hostile. "Why do you have Frade's phone? Why are you together?"

"Frade is hurt. He's in the hospital right now," I said, taking two seconds to calm myself down. "I think you should come. I have something to ask you."

"Tell me the address of the hospital," she asked.

So I gave Mia the address, and she told me she would be here as soon as she could.

I prayed in my heart that Frade would be safe, or I would feel guilty about it for the rest of my life.

At this time, I remembered the nurse's words, and I still needed to call his relatives. Obviously, Mia is nominally his fiancee. But he needs the company of a blood relative.

The only people who are related to him are Vickie and Daley. Of course, neither of those people could be contacted because Vickie was still recovering. Daley, on the other hand, would have preferred to sign Frade's death consent form.

Finally, I called Mark, who hung up as soon as he heard the news. Fifteen minutes later, I saw his shadow in the hallway of the hospital room.

"Where's Frade?" Mark asked with a tense face.

"He's been shot. The doctors are operating on him," I said. "I think he'll be all right."

"I don't think so." Mark glanced at the door of the operating room and the staff. "This small hospital is much worse than Santa Maria Hospital. I think he should be transferred immediately after his operation."

"I won't disagree with you, but please wait until Frade comes out of the O.R.," I said in a weary voice. "It's better to leave something to the professional people."

"Who hurt him?" Mark asked.

"It's Sarah. She shot Frade," I said, sighing as I sat on the bench outside the operating room.

"This afternoon, I went to talk to Frade about something, then I left the hotel and was kidnapped in a park. The men led me out into the open space, and when they took off my blindfold, I saw Sarah, who conducted the kidnapping. But she actually wanted to kidnap Mia instead of me. Her men thought I was Mia. However, she decided to kill me. I didn't expect Frade to show up and save me. That was it."

"You hurt him again,"Mark said coldly. "I remember the last time he was in the hospital. It was also because of you."

"That's enough," I told him. "I never wanted to hurt Frade, and I would rather be in the operating room right now than him. But things never happen the way I expect them to. My heart hurts more than yours."

"I'm sorry. I misunderstood you." Mark's voice softened. "It was Mia that Sarah wanted to kill, and you were just a victim."

"I don't think we should fight here." I turned to get some air, but Mark stopped me.

"Why did you go to meet Frade?"

"Because..." I hesitated when a woman in a plaid coat burst into my line of sight.

"Mia."

"Mia?" Mark frowned. He didn't know that Mia was walking in the direction behind him.

"Eva, about Mia, I think..." Mark suddenly lowered his voice. "She's your sister, but..."

"Eva!" Mia called in a voice that was almost crying. "What happened to Frade?"

Mark realized that Mia was right behind him, so he stopped talking and made space for Mia and me. He leaned against the wall and looked at us with wary eyes.

"About Frade," I said. "I think we should talk in private."

"Now?" Mia gave me a quizzical look.

"Yes, now."

"But what if Frade wakes up and needs someone to take care of him? I have to be there for him."

"Mark will take care of him."

"But I'll be the first person he wants to see when he wakes up. I don't want to miss it," she said stubbornly.

"I told you, we need to talk. Now," I said firmly, and her eyes flashed with amazement, then returned to normal.

"Alright." Her tone was forced and a little helpless.

"Go to my car," she said as she walked out. "It's the most private place."

I followed her to the underground garage, where she walked to a black Mercedes and tapped on the door. The Mercedes in front of me looked familiar, and when I realized it, the door opened and Daley stepped out.

"Hey, my little rose." He smiled.

They had come together. I didn't expect Mia to tell Daley about Frade's injury so quickly, and I didn't expect that Daley would now stop hiding his relationship with Mia.

When a hunter is exposed to his prey, it means he is ready to strike.

"I think you must have something to say," Mia said, stepping aside and turning away with a sly smile.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Daley approached, a silver gleam in his hand.

"No," I exclaimed, trying to run away, but the needle in his hand had already gone as fast as it could into my neck. For a few seconds, my vision blurred and my legs went weak.

To tell you the truth, I hate being plunged into darkness all of a sudden. When you wake up, you have no idea how much time has passed. There is no difference between a day or an hour in a coma because you are completely unconscious.

I opened my eyes slowly when the music of Bach's violin came to my ears. I saw the familiar figure playing alone again, and he reminded me of that moonlit night on Pudding Island.

The music stopped, and the violinist put the violin down gently. He carefully placed the violin in the case, and then he gently stroked the edge of the violin from top to bottom, as if touching a lover.

Closing the case, he turned to me, with calm and smiling in his eyes.