His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

168 Mia Appeared

"The press outside the manor has been waiting for three days," Frade said, looking out through the window. "Do you want me to have them removed?"

"It's unnecessary."

I saw a lot of reporters sitting on the side of the road outside the manor with cameras around their necks. They stared expectantly at the gate. As soon as someone or a car came out, they would rush in.

"Send some food and water to them," I told Frade. "They may have to wait another two days."

"Are you going to talk to those people?" Frade looks at me in confusion.

"Why not?" I said. "People always want to know the truth."

Then Frade made a phone call to tell the housekeeper to bring food and water to the waiting reporters outside. The second he hung up, his phone rang again.

"Mark and Liv want to see you," Frade said, clutching the phone. "They're near the estate."

"I'd love to meet them." I took Frade's call. "Hey, my spy friends. You can go straight to the manor."

Mark's voice came from the other end of the line. "We got something important. See you later."

"What did they say?" Frade put his phone away. "I think I heard something important."

"I guess we'll find out soon." I sat on the couch. It seemed to be hotter than usual outside today. I had to admire the stamina of the reporters.

Soon, Mark and Liv came into the room. Liv greeted me and my baby first, as always. Knowing that my body was fine, she and Mark decided to tell me what they had learned.

"Almost every media is reporting your story," Liv said in an excited tone. "A lot of Facebook users are talking about whether women should be educated by good wives."

"Sounds good." I leaned back on the sofa and adjusted my position. All those days I'd been feeling a strange pain in my lower back, but the doctor told me it was normal.

Frade put my legs on his knees and gently massaged them. Mark opens FB. I see a lot of people leaving comments on the Facebook discussion page.

"There were over 100,000 comments," Mark said, "Some of them claimed that they were victims of the sale to Pudding Island. Some of the victims also gave interviews to the media. They all admitted that your story of what happened in Pudding was not fiction. With the help of the media, they all chose to go to the police."

"The police must be very busy," I said.

"A union rep named Joan recently started a demonstration," Liv said, "She thinks that Mickle Blanton should face up to his problems with you. She and her union members even barricaded themselves outside Mickle Blanton's office, but unfortunately, he wasn't there. It is said that he has not been seen in the media for a long time."

Joan, I thought of the poor woman who had taken her boy to the soup kitchen. I didn't think she'd support me.

"That union rep, Joan, who her sponsor is?" Frade asked.

"She has never publicly endorsed anyone," Mark said. "Probably an independent politician."

"So, is this the most important piece of information you've dug up?" It's all searchable online. I'm sure the reason Mark and Liv came to see me in person wasn't just to tell me that.

"The big news," Liv paused. "A journalist friend of mine told me that a woman claimed to have secret files on Mickle and she is his illegitimate daughter."

"Who is this guy?" Liv piqued my curiosity.

Frade stopped massaging, and his eyes fell on Liv. He was also interested in the woman who had suddenly appeared.

"The reporter didn't tell me who it was," Liv said, "But he gave me an important piece of information. This woman is going to be interviewed live today, and she's going to go directly to the television interview and reveal the evidence that she has."

"When is the live?" I asked.

"10 a.m.," Liv said, glancing at her watch. "Three minutes to air."

"I'm already on the live channel," Mark says, setting the ipad upright on the coffee table so we can all see the live feed.

The live show shows a blond-haired host sitting at a desk and dictating to the camera the latest news story to hit the headlines. She uses the"Y" word instead of my name.

Then she cuts to the subject of Mickle having an illegitimate child, the host says mysteriously to the camera.

"There is another woman who claims to be related to Mikael and she will be with us today."

At this time, the screen switched to a detergent advertising screen.

"I guess that the so-called illegitimate daughter is just an actor hired by the TV station to create a buzz," Liv said disdainfully. "The TV station is the best at creating hype and creating heat."

"Or it could be that a model trying to make a name for herself faked her profile to get attention," Mark said, "There is no doubt that at first, this mysterious woman must have claimed that she had been an orphan since she was a child and that one day she got the diary of her dead mother from the director of the orphanage. In her mother's diary, there is a story about her mother working as a maid in a rich man's house. Then her mother fell in love with the young master and got pregnant. The young master's mother gave the maid a sum of money to leave him forever. The young master happens to be Mickle Blanton, who is running for president. I know stories like that by heart."

"Haven't you noticed?" I mused. "The TV host said at the beginning that this mysterious woman had a document that proved she was related to Mickle Blanton."

The file is the most important.

"Let's keep watching," Frade said, taking my hand. "We'll find out soon."

The scene returned to the live stream of the female host. A curtain appeared behind her. Through the live stream camera, a woman was sitting behind the curtain.

Frade's gaze then settled on the woman's shadow behind the curtain. I followed his gaze at the woman.

She seemed to remind me of someone I used to know.

"Hello, May I ask your name?" The host began to ask the woman behind the curtain.

"You can call me Mia," the woman said sweetly.

I took a deep breath, and Mark and Liv, who were sitting next to me, immediately looked shocked.

"How could it be her?" Liv exclaimed.

"Quiet!" Frade let go of my hand and stared at the live feed with a sullen face.