His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

191 A False Alarm

In the hospital, the door of the ward was violently pushed open, and then I heard Frade's voice.

"Where is she?"

"Calm down, Frade," Liv said softly as she walked over to Frade. "Eva's right here. She's fine."

When the taxi driver took me to the hospital, the doctor couldn't get through to Frade's phone. Fortunately, Liv and Mark were nearby. The doctor then contacted Liv. In less than 20 minutes, Liv and Mark arrived at the hospital. Liv was with me until Frade arrived.

"What happened?" Frade squeezed my hands. He tightened his facial muscles. "Who did this?"

"I think I'll leave it to you two" Liv said, gesturing away at Mark, who was sitting on the couch.

"Honey, are you okay?" Frade asked frantically. "I'm sorry I couldn't pick up the phone at a meeting. I came as soon as I got the message. Tell me what happened."

"I'm fine." I put my head on his shoulder. "The baby's fine, too. But the doctors need me in the hospital for observation."

I didn't dare tell him that I was bleeding. He'd go crazy if he knew. As I lay in bed, the doctor told me that my uterus might have been hit by a force that caused the bleeding. The baby was fine, but I was going to be in the hospital for the next month.

"Tell me what happened?" He kissed my forehead. "Did you do something behind me again? Who Is it this time?"

"It's Mia." I had to tell him, but in the process, I tried to make it as easy as possible for Mia to hurt me.

But before Frade could finish, his face was as green as iron. He clenched his fists and slammed them against the wall. A loud thud echoed in the ward.

"I should have killed her!" he said viciously.

"Ian's already taking care of it," I said as softly as I could to spare him the indignation. "She won't be a problem anymore."

"You should never have met her," Frade accused me. "After everything you've been through, you still can't see Mia for who she really is?"

"I thought all the mistakes she made were because of the environment she grew up in. Her life wasn't going well," I explained. "Normal people would be just as selfish and greedy as her if they grew up in that environment."

"Maybe she was born evil," Frade retorted. "Even if you switch places with her, you can't change her nature."

"I don't want to fight with you." When anger starts to spread, the best thing to do is to put it out.

The room fell silent, and Frade and I fell silent. Maybe he's right. Mia has Mickle's gene, and she's a machiavellian by nature. She loves nobody but money and power.

So is Mickle!

"I'm sorry, darling." Frade broke the silence. "I shouldn't have lost my temper with you."

"It's over." I offered a hand. "We're okay now, right?"

"We're okay." Frade kissed the back of my hand. "Next time, you have to tell me when you decide to do something. I mean it!"

"OK. I promise." I smiled at him.

"I was supposed to leave the U.S. in two weeks, and now everything has been disrupted," Frade said ruefully. "But for the sake of the baby's health, we have to stay for a while."

"We can't leave," I said calmly, puncturing his imagination. "Mickle already knows our plan."

"That's impossible," Frade questioned.

"Yes," I said. "He knows all about it. Maybe he got suspicious when you quietly transferred shares in the company. Ian told me he had a message about you in Italy."

"How did he do that?" A trace of exasperation ran across his cheek. "I thought I was hiding it well enough."

"He's the future president," I reminded him. "Even if we are lucky enough to get on the plane, he can turn the plane around. We can't fight him at all."

"Damn it!"

"But at least now we're safe," I said, "Until he gets that tape."

"Are you really going to give it to him?" Frade asked.

"Even if I wanted to give him the tape, I couldn't," I sighed. "Daley has the real tape. I only have one copy."

"F.uck Daley!" Frade frowned. "What are we going to do?"

"Ian said I was the only child who could help Mickle," I said. "He needs to create a warm family atmosphere to win over voters, so he's not going to kill me just yet."

"Or I could just shoot him," Frade snapped. "I'm sick of living under his thumb!"

"Me too," I said softly. "But we have no choice. If I continue to play the role of the President's daughter, I think he will keep us alive a little longer."

"But we'll leave when we get the chance," Frade said in a low voice. "I swear!"

"I am tired, can you hold me to sleep?" I acted like a baby to him. His warm and broad embrace can let me temporarily forget all my troubles.

"Sure," he said, taking off his black Armani business suit and sidling up to the bed. I put my head in his arms and slowly closed my eyes.

In the late afternoon, Mickle sent Ian to the hospital to visit me, and he went out of his way to talk to my doctor about my condition. When I told him I needed to be in the hospital, Ian had a look of disappointment and resignation in his face.

"Then rest well." Ian gave me a reluctant smile. "I hope you get well soon."

"If I recover, you must be the first to know the news." He will regularly monitor my condition, I know.

"Mr Blanton sends his sincerest love," he said, as if facing a live camera.

"I wish him well, too!"

After Ian left, Liv and Frade took turns in my hospital room until a month later, when I watched the results of the presidential campaign on television. The new president, no doubt, was Mickle. His approval rating in the election was well above his opponent's by 20%. It was a no-brainer.

The live television footage shifted from the cheering crowd to another angle. I saw a group of people holding banners in protest. Among them, I saw Joan's face.

It didn't look like they had a deal with Mickle!

No one can change a politician's decision. I feel sad for Joan and her friends. Will they lose their jobs? Would Mickle really start a war?

The phone rings, and I look down and see Ian calling. I hesitated for a few seconds before I answered.

"Have you been watching TV?" Ian asked excitedly.

"Congratulations!" I said perfunctorily. "You didn't have to call me to tell me that."

"You need to attend the swearing-in ceremony in three days," Ian said. "Your doctor told me that you have recovered."

I can't escape this time. Just stand by him for a few hours and everything will be fine.

"Okay." I hung up and the baby kicked my belly.

"You agree with my decision, don't you?" I looked down. "But we have to tell your daddy first."

I can imagine Frade's angry face.