His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

190 Mia, You Failed The Test

I was knocked to the ground by Mia and fell against the glass coffee table, hurting my back. A teacup slid from the table and onto the ground.

Mia was still holding onto me despite the teacup breaking practically simultaneously with my agony cries.

"You made me do it." Mia stared at me with wide, red eyes. "Why? Why do you always have trouble with me?"

"Don't..." my voice cracked. "My baby... Don't kill it..."

Would she kill my baby like Gina did? My sister, to this moment, I still hope to awaken her conscience. I didn't think she would actually kill me, but I was wrong.

"I'm sorry, you have to die." Mia tightened her grip. "Only when you die can I be the unique one. I don't want another face in the world that looks exactly like me."

Once again, I felt death coming. Like in my last life in prison, when Gina's dagger was thrust into me, the darkness slowly enveloped me. Will I die this time?

"Stop!" The door burst open with a roar.

Someone grabbed Mia's shoulder, and another man in white stabbed her in the neck with a needle. She collapsed almost instantly, releasing her hands from my neck.

"Eva, are you all right?" Ian picked me up from the floor. He shouted to the people around him, "Come on, take Eva to check."

"I'm fine." I sat on the couch panting, my neck still hurting where it had been pinched. But what hurts me is Mia!

Unfortunately, she failed my test. If she hadn't tried to kill me just now, there might have been a different ending.

As I watched the men drag Mia away, Ian stared down at the mess on the floor. He looked up and said, "Do you have to take such a dangerous test? I'm a little regretful for agreeing to your request. If anything happens to your child..."

"My baby is fine now." I touched the bump on my belly. "I'm sure it's a strong baby."

"It was dangerous. If I'd been one minute late," Ian said as he sat on the other side of the sofa, his eyes scanning my belly. "Even if you don't do it, your father will solve Mia."

"He knows, doesn't he?" I asked.

"He will definitely find the information you can find, and I promise he will be one step faster than you." said Ian, "I knew what Mia was doing when I got your call. I don't understand why you're doing this. Do you think this is gonna wake her up? We have all the information on Mia."

"And me?" I smiled wryly. "When is he going to get rid of me?"

"You're Mr Blanton's only daughter now." Ian changed the subject. "He needs you!"

"That's what he said when he needed Mia," I called his bluff. "Mickle kept me alive just to get that tape."

At that point, I had nothing to hide. I knew that Ian was Mickle's right-hand man and his mouthpiece.

"The fact that Margaret's private photo was leaked led to a 2% drop in ratings, which was not a fatal blow for Mr Blanton. But he couldn't stand any stain on his political career, not even his family," Ian said, "What he couldn't accept was that Mia was behind it. He was disappointed with Mia and angry because he had given her so much."

"When he's disappointed in one of his kids, he will put him in a nursing home, doesn't he?" I scoffed. "Just like he did to Iverson."

"Iverson was hurt on the field," Ian explained. "The nursing home was the best place for him to go to avoid any more aggressive behaviour."

"What about Mia?" I asked. "What are you going to do with her?"

"We'll contact her agent and announce that she needs to go abroad for a concert. Maybe South Korea or Japan, but not in Europe."

"And?" I said without waiting for Ian's answer. "Please keep her alive."

"She just tried to kill you, and you're going to plead for her?" Ian asks, puzzled. "And she knows you're pregnant..."

"Let her live." There was a longing in my voice.

I can't hurt my sister after all!

Ian looked embarrassed. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Mr Blanton didn't give that order."

He wants her dead!

"Let me talk to him."

"Mr Blanton never changes his mind," Ian said awkwardly, "Unless you have something to change his mind."

He wanted the tape in my hand. If I gave it to him, my children and I would be unprotected.

Could he have done the same to me?

"I think we can talk about Mia later." Ian glanced at his watch. "I have an important meeting in 20 minutes. Do you want me to arrange for a driver to take you home?"

"No," I said. "I think I can get home by myself."

"I'll be in touch," Ian said, getting up. I called him out.

"What will they do to Mia?" I asked.

"She will be placed here for the time being," Ian said. "There will be special people to take care of her every day. Of course, in order to prevent her from self-harm, the doctor will inject her with sedatives every day."

Soon she will be as unhinged as Iverson.

I gasped, but even if she turned into Iverson, Mickle wanted her out of the world.

He hated Mia because she was a stain on his life, and so did I.

"By the way," Ian lowered his voice. "Mr Blanton has figured out your plan. Not only does he know that Frade is transferring shares in the company, but someone in Italy is sending him a message."

I know he's been watching us.

"Don't even think about running," Ian reminded me. "I'm serious."

I left the room and walked down the hallway to the elevator. A woman's scream came from a room on the right. It was a shrill cry from Mia.

Soon the miserable voice stopped, as if something had stopped the woman's mouth. I didn't have time to pay attention, so I walked faster into the elevator.

The sun was still shining outside Castle Peak Sanatorium, but a chill clung to my back. A taxi was parked nearby, so I waved for the driver to come. The taxi put on its passenger light, turned around and came up to me.

"Excuse me, Miss, where are you going?" The driver in the blue short-sleeved shirt put his head out of the car window, and suddenly he showed a frightened look.

"God, you're bleeding!"

I followed the driver's gaze and saw a bright red streak of blood running down between my legs.