His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

189 You Want To Kill Me

At Castle Peak Nursing Home, I sat quietly in the living room and waited for Mia to arrive. I told Ian about my plans ahead of time, and he agreed to help me communicate with the director of the nursing home and give me an afternoon visit.

"Why meet here?" A receptionist leads Mia into the living room, where she removes her oversized sunglasses and places them on the table.

"I'd like a glass of ice water, please," she said to the receptionist.

The receptionist nods to get ice water for her, and Mia takes a sip from the glass.

"What do you want me to do here?" Mia looked out the window at the green grass. "Don't tell me you wanted me here to see the scenery."

"There's someone I want you to meet," I said, raising my voice. "Someone you know."

"Who?" Mia looked at me quizzically. "I don't remember any of my friends living here."

"Of course you do," I said, waving to the receptionist. "Ruby, we can go."

"What the hell are you doing?" Mia grumbled as she reluctantly followed us.

Ruby led us up the elevator to the ward and down a long corridor to the end of the floor. After she entered the code and opened the door, she stood outside and said to me.

"Call my name if you need me. I'll be right outside."

"Thank you," I said, entering the room. Mia hesitated for a few seconds and followed me into the room.

The huge room was white. The walls and ceiling were covered with a layer of white paint. The tables and chairs were also white, without any sharp edges. The white tea cup, white bed sheet, white pillow, and a pair of white slippers were placed randomly on the white floor.

"Man, this room is quite pale." Mia frowned. "I don't know why they make everything so pale."

"Because only in this way can there be no place to hide secrets." I looked out onto the balcony at the man in the blue-and-white hospital clothes. "Look, we'll find him at a glance."

"Who is he?" Mia, puzzled to go forward, looked at the man sitting in a wheelchair, "Iverson?"

"Hello, Iverson." I sat down next to him. "How have you been?"

He just stared blankly at the blue sky and white clouds, as if he could not hear me. His hands were crossed on his stomach, and he smelled like a fruity body wash.

"You brought me to see him?" Mia looked at Iverson with disgust. "Isn't he sick?"

"Iverson, do you know Mia?" I asked, pointing to Mia.

He glanced at her and shook his head.

"Or should I ask you this," I whispered to him, "Have you ever f.ucked a girl named Elena?"

Mia's eyes widened at the mention of the name, and she had a nervous look on her face.

"I know you." Iverson looked at Mia carefully. "You're the virgin I f.ucked."

"No, I don't know you at all." Mia's voice trembled, but she tried to remain calm. "You're talking nonsense."

"I remember you," Iverson smirked at Mia. "I remember you begging me to f.uck you over and over in my crotch. Your voice was so sweet."

"Shut up!" Mia rushed up and slapped Iverson. "If you talk nonsense again, I'll break your mouth."

Iverson did not show weakness, even if his legs could not move, but he still seized the opportunity to grab Mia's hair and her struggle.

"Bitch!" Iverson yelled. "I paid you!"

"Why you, why?" Mia yells. "I'm gonna kill you, I'm gonna kill you!"

"Ruby!" I stood up and looked for help outside the door. "I need your help."

Ruby rushed in as fast as she could. She grabbed Mia's hand and pulled her away from Iverson, who took the opportunity to spit on Mia's dress.

White saliva was evident on her black leather skirt, and Iverson looked at his masterpiece and laughed.

"Ruby, take her out," I said.

Ruby left the room with Mia. Before I left, I said goodbye to Iverson. He didn't respond. He just kept looking at the sky. It was as if the fight had never happened.

Ruby took Mia to another empty room, and I pushed the door open and saw her crying on the couch, looking beautiful and forlorn with the golden sun shining down from the balcony on her back.

"Why would you do that?" Mia looked up at me with a hateful stare. "You knew, didn't you?"

"I was going to keep it to myself," I said calmly, "But you disappoint me."

"Don't talk to me like that." Mia stood up and pointed at me. "Who are you to judge me?"

"You made Margaret jump off a building." I stared at her. "Why can't you get enough?"

"She threatened me first!" Mia retorted. "She got someone to investigate my work at the club."

"But now she's in a vegetative state because of you."

"She deserved it." Mia sneered. "I didn't think the roses in the greenhouse could take a hit like that."

"You're still trying to pass the buck." I was disappointed in her. "I've been tolerant of your mistakes, and I'm not even going after you for deliberately trying to drive a wedge between me and Liv."

"So I should be thanking you?" Mia's eyes reddened. "Why am I the one who got dumped and not you?"

"Don't mention it to me again." I was tired of her using it to irritate me.

"You owe me, Eva," Mia said.

"You've got everything you deserve," I said. "Money, fame. What are you not satisfied with?"

"I want to be the only one." Mia finally blurted out what she was hiding, "As long as you and Margaret exist, the press always compares the three of us, and the hateful press always describes me as a girl who grew up in a slum. I hate that!"

"You want to be Mickle's only daughter?" I looked at her. "Now that you've got one down, what are you gonna do with the other one?"

"Give me the evidence you're looking for," Mia said. "Then we'll be fine."

"I'll tell Mickle everything you did to Margaret," I said. "What he does to you is none of my business."

"I was going to wait until you had the baby to finish you off," Mia said with a fierce look in her eyes. "But you made me do it now."

As she spoke, she lunged at me, her hands around my neck. "I know it's not fair to you, but I can't let Mickle know what I did. I'm sorry, sis."

"Mia, no!" I screamed.