His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

183 Death List To Be Removed

Just before dawn, I was woken by the phone from the hotel manager to tell Frade that a man named Ian was looking for Iverson. With my permission, Frade asked the manager to hand Iverson over.

Since then, I have never seen him again, not even during any of the election campaigns about Mickle. He seemed to disappear.

Instead, it was Mia who made a name for herself in the entertainment business with Ian's help. She was interviewed by Oprah and frequently appeared on variety shows. Because of her perfect face and hot body, many fashion magazines have invited her to shoot the cover. In just a few short months, Mia went from a normal person to a famous star. She has taken on many endorsements and celebrity boyfriends.

She's now a much more profitable woman than Kardashian, but as far as I know, because her brokerage firm is owned by the Wharton family, a lot of her income is taken away by the company, but she still enjoys it. Not only that, but she's using her current popularity to campaign for Mickle. With her help, Mickle's approval rating has surpassed that of his competitors by 20%. He also frequently brought Mia with him in his later public appearances, and in one state election, he even brought only Mia with him.

This has made Mia's relationship with Margaret worse and worse. Originally, the president's daughter, known to the public, was Margaret, but now there is no doubt that the aura of the president's daughter is only focused on Mia. On several occasions, Margaret publicly described Mia on Facebook as a girl who grew up in a slum. Her behaviour suddenly angered many people. Internet users often compare Margaret and Mia, and more people on the internet said they prefer Mia. So Margaret cursed Mia's supporters on her Facebook page, and she even used a lot of dirty words.

Her behaviour angered Mickle, and during the summer vacation, Margaret was sent to Germany, where she couldn't even use her cell phone or tablet computer. Mickle's wife got into a fight with Mickle over it, and at a public event, she even made a cold face at the cameras. The scene was filmed by well-meaning journalists and posted on the Internet, as people speculated about whether Mickle's marriage was in trouble.

But a few days later, Catherine appeared in public with Mickle and pretended nothing had happened. Mickle's team of advisers explained that Catherine was physically exhausted from her activities. Catherine was then photographed at the airport flying to Germany.

There was no doubt that Catherine, like her daughter, had been snubbed by Mickle. Anyone who might have had a bad influence on his campaign would have been covered up, just like Iverson.

I rarely appear in the media due to my pregnancy, and when Ian tells me I need to attend public events, I make excuses. I only reluctantly agreed to attend some events which I had to. But I found an opportunity to slip away whenever it wasn't over.

Soon, my popularity on Facebook dropped. My life was a lot calmer without the reporters around. But as time went on, my belly grew bigger. The six-month deadline was coming to an end, and we were running out of time.

One day, I watched on my television at home that Mikeal had been arrested for drug trafficking. Police said they had plenty of evidence against him. However, just a week after the police arrested Mikeal, he applied for medical treatment on the pretext of having cancer.

"Are you watching TV?" Frade came into the room and asked me. "What's new?"

"Mikeal's been arrested."

"That's great news," said Frade, taking off his coat. "And?"

"He's been allowed to seek medical treatment outside the jail," I said, turning off the television and tossing the remote control aside. "Soon he'll secretly leave the hospital and escape to some country to live out his old age."

"It is said that his assets have been frozen," Frade said, pulling off his tie. "I don't think he has any more money to flee the country."

"He's an old fox," I told him. "He must have an exit strategy."

"What if we block his escape route?" I asked.

"Then he has no choice." Frade and I looked at each other, and he smiled back at me.

"I know which hospital he is in," he said.

"Don't tell me you are the owner of that hospital." I looked at him with interest.

"Not until now," he said, "Or we can go and see him in the evening."

"Good idea!" I said.

When we finished dinner, Frade took me to a hospital in the suburbs with a nursing home. I heard that many rich people recuperate here.

We were greeted by the hospital's director, a middle-aged gentleman with gold-rimmed glasses. He led us to the door of a room and opened it for us himself.

"Let me go in by myself," I said to Frade.

"Are you sure you can face him alone?" Frade asked worriedly.

"He doesn't bite, does he?" I asked the hospital's director.

"We have him sedated. He can communicate but I'm sure he can't get out of bed on his own," the director confirmed. "You don't have to worry about him biting."

"Look, I'll be fine." I looked at Frade. "I just want to talk to him alone."

"All right!" Said Frade. "I'll be right outside. All you have to do is call me, and I promise I'll be right in."

"Thank you," I said and walked into the room.

This is a high-end ward, and although everything in the room looks very advanced, everywhere there is the smell of disinfectant. It was as if a chill had enveloped everything in the room.

I went to bed and saw Mikeal lying there. He seemed to have aged 10 years. His face was deeply sunken, and his whole body was thin, as if he had a serious illness.

No, he must be sick. Because when he looked at me, he didn't immediately recognize me.

"Serena?" His voice was weak.

"Don't you recognize me?" I approached him. "It's me, Eva."

"Eva?" He muttered. "Who's Eva?"

"Your former daughter."

"No, you're Serena," he said. "Are you coming to see me?"

"I'm not Serena." I don't know if he's pretending not to know me, or if he really doesn't know me. After I corrected my name twice, he seemed to lose interest in me.

"If you're not Serena, get out!"

"Serena is dead," I said coldly. "You killed her!"

He closed his eyes and didn't say anything. I continued, "I'm just here to tell you. You deserve what you're going through."

"Soon the family you are proud of will disappear, same as your name and everything about you." I looked at him calmly, "The business you built with all your hard work has been disintegrated. In the end, you will have nothing!"

He remained silent, hearing only a faint breath.

"You're going to rot here for the rest of your life," I said. "Bye, dad!"

As I closed the door, the equipment in the ward suddenly sounded a sharp alarm. The dean stood outside, pretending not to hear me. When Frade and I left in the elevator, he sauntered into the room.

"Will he die?" I asked Frade, standing in the elevator.

"No, the doctors will treat him," Frade said, "But they will treat him differently every day."

"I hear it's going to be painful."

"Yes."

I smiled at Frade, and now my death list was almost complete.