Chapter 5 He Had Never Seen Elisa Get Sick


    Chapter 5 He Had Never Seen Elisa Get Sick


    Hamish''s body was emitting chilliness. The two were only a few centimeters apart, and Elisa was


    chilled awake in an instant, facing the sinister gaze of the man. She didn''t know where to dart her


    eyes.


    Suddenly, a bony finger pinched her chin, forcing Elisa to raise her head and look up in panic.


    "Hamish, when did youe back?"


    "I cane back whenever I want. Do I need to report to you?" Hamish knelt on the bed, forcibly


    pressing down on Elisa despite her resistance. He moved forcefully, pinching Elisa''s wrists without


    an ounce of mercy.


    Feeling the woman in his arms go from rxed to stiff, finally struggling and resisting, but having


    her legs suppressed.


    Elisa was panic-stricken. She had never seen Hamish like this before, like a vicious wolf about to


    shred and devour her. She was very afraid of him like this. The gentle and refined Hamish in her


    memories was bing more and more blurred.


    She instinctively started begging for mercy: "Hamish, it hurts so much."


    "Elisa, you really disgust me. Both your face and your body repulse me. A woman like Elisa doesn''t


    deserve to be treated well or patiently. It''s all excessive."


    Elisa''s body stiffened. She clenched her teeth tightly, her face as dull as old paper under the dim


    light, without a hint of color.


    She should have been used to Hamish''s insulting words, but for some reason, her heart still ached


    as if it was being crushed in someone''s palm little by little.


    Hamish rarely came back. He treated her like a prostitute,ing back to lie down when he was


    bored before leaving again, as if to fulfill her "marital duty."


    Today L was injured. Logically, he should have been with the love of his life at the hospital. But


    now, in the middle of the night, he appeared in her bedroom. With a little thought, Elisa understood-


    he must have had a disagreement with L. Otherwise, how could it be her turn?


    But tonight she really didn''t have the extra energy to deal with him. Elisa pushed against the man''s


    firm chest, looking for a chance to escape. Her body had just straightened up when her long hair


    was seized from behind.


    "Ah--" Elisa let out a cry of pain as her neck leaned back. "Hamish, it''ste today. I don''t want to


    have sex with you."


    She didn''t know what it was about those words that angered him. Hamish''s gloomy face looked


    particrly terrifying in the light and shadow. He grabbed Elisa''s hand forcefully and pressed her


    face into the pillow.


    "Elisa, who are you pretending to be innocent for? Do you think I don''t know if you want to do it or


    not? Threatening me to get married, and now you want to act indifferent?"


    It was too unpleasant to hear. Elisa''s breathing shuddered. She stared at the ceiling with tears


    swirling in her eyes before finally being unable to hold back, wetting the pillow.


    This was the man she had insisted on marrying, using the cruelest words to injure her all over.


    Seeing her moist eyes, Hamish''s heart tightened for a moment. He untied his tie from his neck in


    irritation and tied Elisa''s hands to the headboard.


    Elisa endured the pain brought by stomach cancer. Her tongue pressed against her teeth as she


    suppressed her voice, desperately swallowing back the bloody taste in her throat. She was on the


    verge of begging for death, in excruciating pain.


    Watching the woman curled up like a cat in the bedding, trembling finely, she looked a bit pitiful to


    Hamish.


    Of course Hamish didn''t care about her, let alone have her in his heart. Elisa''s health had always


    been good. Working overnight and still being able to go to work on time wasmon. In all the time


    with her, it seemed like he had never seen her get sick.


    Her long hair was messy on the bed. Her back was very slender. When she bent over, her two


    shoulder des were like butterflies about to spread their wings.


    He couldn''t help reaching out to touch them. His fingertips had just made contact when the woman


    recoiled as if frightened, quickly moving sideways. Hamish''s eyes shed with fierceness, extremely


    displeased in his heart.


    "Usually like a dead fish, and now you want to y hard to get? But I''m telling you it''s useless!" For


    some inexplicable reason, a surge of irritation rose in Hamish''s heart. Even he didn''t know how to


    quell this emotion.


    He was unwilling to admit this feeling came from Elisa. He could only think of L-thinking of what


    L had said to him at the hospital, asking when he would divorce Elisa-his mood instantly slipped


    downward.


    Hamish gritted his back mrs. What was there about Elisa that was worth arguing with L over?


    Elisa hugged herself, like a turtle shrinking into its shell, presenting a state of self-protection. She


    felt so cold, even though she had turned on the AC and was under a quilt. She still couldn''t


    withstand the chill.


    It was as if a gash had been sliced open in her chest, infected and rotting her internal organs.


    She had always endured pain well. She would swallow broken teeth and think nothing of it. But this


    time, she really couldn''t stand it anymore. Once the thought of divorce stabbed into her heart, it


    would spread wildly.


    When she had the strength, she would talk to Hamish about divorce. She was going to die soon.


    She didn''t have time to appease him anymore.


    When Elisa passed out from the pain, she heard Hamish say hisst words.


    "If it wasn''t for you having the same blood type as L in your body, do you think I would look twice


    at you? But soon you won''t have any use left."


    When Elisa woke up, Hamish was long gone. She weakly propped herself up. The quilt slid off,


    exposing the hideous wounds on her neck and shoulders.


    Elisa got out of bed. Her feet had just touched the ground when her mind spun into brief darkness.


    Elisa staggered into the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror.


    The battered body covered in injuries made one feel pitiful upon seeing it. Elisa was no exception.


    She pitied herself. Her heart was so small, yet it waspletely filled with Hamish. She had tried


    her best to please him for four years, but in the end still couldn''t escape a goodbye.


    If feelings could be obtained through effort, how wonderful would that be?


    She stood in front of the sink washing her face and brushing her teeth. Her already painful throat,


    afterst night''s begging and sobbing, had be even more painful. As she was brushing her


    teeth, a gag reflex urred in response to irritation in her throat. Her body convulsed as she


    retched. What she spit out was toothpaste foam stained with blood.


    Elisa had always adapted well. Even vomiting blood was something she could get used to and pay


    no mind. She turned on the faucet and rinsed away the bloody foam in the basin.


    After cleaning up anding out, it was past 7:30. She couldn''t eat anything, but thinking of the


    deformed stomach inside her, she still heated up a cup of milk to drink.


    At thepany, Elisa processed documents and looked over Powell Group''s profits for the past few


    months. The data was declining. It was as if Elisa had already seen the day Powell Group would fall


    into decline.


    She had long known about Hamish secretly sabotaging Powell Group out of spite, in order to get


    back at her. He could be said to stop at nothing.


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    Hamish had always been the vengeful type. He acted decisively and in a sh had pulled the once


    strongestpany in Heise, Powell Group, down from its status in the business world.


    In the end she was no match for him. Hamish''s vicious methods were something she could probably


    never learn in her lifetime.


    After flipping through a ledger, Elisa leaned back in her chair, picked up the now cold coffee on her


    desk and took a sip. The coffee''s bitter taste slowly diluted the bloody sweetness in her throat.


    A skinny camel is still bigger than a horse. Elisa got up and went to the floor-to-ceiling window,


    looking at the high-rises before her. It was time to prepare for the end.


    But who should manage this massive corporation after her death?


    Her dad? Or her brother? Those two only knew how to enjoy the fruits of others''bor. She feared


    that if Powell Group was handed to them, it would be squandered in a matter of years.


    The more Elisa thought about it, the more she realized the most suitable person to take over Powell


    Group was actually her legal husband who was bent on bankrupting Powell Group-Hamish.


    Elisa''s brows were shrouded in gloom. Her eyes looking out the window had be very deep, like


    a drop of ink dissolving into them, an undiluted ck. She raised her left hand and pressed it


    against the cold window, her fingertips turning cold white. Her fingers tapped rhythmically on the


    ss.


    The office was very quiet, making those soft taps especially clear. Elisa rarely had moments of


    absentmindedness. She liked spacing out, sinking into a fleeting state of loss of awareness, as if


    only this could make her temporarily forget the pain reality brought her.


    The phone on the desk suddenly vibrated. Elisa snapped back to her senses and looked over. From


    three meters away, she could still clearly see "Father" on the screen.


    Father should have been one of the closest words in the world, but to Elisa it was just a cold


    appetion. She went over and answered the phone.


    "Elisa, transfer 200, 000 to my ount." Koby Powell''s voice was slightly low, his tone cold and


    detached.


    Elisa''s hand holding the phone tightened: "Dad, are you only calling me for money?"


    Koby sounded a little impatient: "It''s only right for a daughter to give her father money. If you weren''t


    in charge of the Powell family, do you think I''d want money from you? If you don''t want to give


    money then sign Powell Group over to me."


    Elisa carefully savored the appetion "daughter." It was admirable her dad still remembered she


    was his daughter, not just a cold, impersonal money printer.


    He remembered she was his daughter, but why did he never care about her? She didn''t expect


    Koby to treat her very well, she just wanted him to ask her normal questions every so often-have


    you eaten? How are you feelingtely? Are you tired from work? Things like that would be enough.


    She was actually very easy to satisfy, just needing a tiny bit of care.


    "Did you hear me or not!" Koby snapped over the phone.


    Elisa suppressed her emotions: "Didn''t I just transfer one hundred thousand to youst week? It''s


    only been a few days. Did you use it all up already?"


    "That little bit of money can''t do much," Koby said somewhat guiltily. But thinking of Elisa controlling


    this massive corporation, sometimes taking in over a million a day, he felt some confidence again.


    "Hurry up and transfer the money, or I''ll go straight to yourpany for it. Let''s see if it''s more


    embarrassing for me or for you then."


    "I can give the money, but you have to tell me what you''re using it for. 200, 000 is no small amount."


    Seeing Elisa relent, Koby also lowered his tone: "I''ve got my eye on an investment project recently,


    justcking 200, 000. Once I make money from it I won''t need to ask you anymore."