Mr. Burns Is Killing His Wife

Chapter 16 - Elisa Was Dying

Elisa loved Hamish deeply, carefully keeping him in her heart for sixteen years. This secret was known to no one.

Elisa looked up and cried out wildly. She suddenly reached out to Hamish, but before she could touch him, the man in front of her recoiled in disgust to avoid her hand.

Elisa grasped at the empty air, raindrops falling onto her hand, the cold seeping into her heart.

In that moment, Elisa felt they were so far apart, out of reach. Even if she spent her whole life trying, she could never catch Hamish.

Just like the rain in her hand.

She looked up at Hamish's icy face and choked out word by word, "Hamish, I'm in so much pain."

Hamish only frowned deeply. He didn't believe Elisa's words. After all these years, he knew Elisa very well. He knew she was afraid of pain and suffering, but kneeling for half an hour wouldn't kill anyone. "Elisa, stop pretending. You're making it seem like you're dying just from kneeling for half an hour. Don't worry, your father won't die. You can stand up now."

Her body felt pierced all over by needles, pain everywhere, but her heart hurt the most. That piece of flesh seemed to have already rotted away.

Elisa was still smiling, but her smile was uglier than crying.

Hamish didn't understand why Elisa was smiling. For some reason, he hated that smile. It made him feel annoyed.

"Crazy!" Hamish cursed and reached out to grab Elisa's arm. Only then did he realize her body was as cold as ice.

Elisa's laughter stopped abruptly. Her upper body swayed and Hamish couldn't catch her. He watched helplessly as she collapsed sideways into the puddle like a ragged doll.

Elisa stopped laughing. She didn't move at all, her whole body limp on the ground, deathly still.

Her mouth hung open as blood poured from it in spurts, dyeing the puddle under her face a shocking red.

Hamish's body stiffened, as if struck by a sledgehammer. His mind spun dizzily, watching the scene before him felt unreal.

Ultimately, his body reacted faster than his mind. He threw down his umbrella and picked Elisa up. Soaked with rain, she didn't weigh much more than before. Her face was white enough to see the tiny blood vessels underneath.

"Elisa!" Hamish's eyes were bloodshot. He didn't even realize how much his voice was shaking, filled with fear.

He didn't dare delay one bit, carrying her ravaged body as if fleeing for their lives and putting her in the car.

Tobias was observant and took the initiative to be their driver.

Elisa leaned limply against Hamish, her seaweed-like long hair spread over his chest. Her eyebrows drooped sorrowfully over half-closed eyes.

She looked deeply at the man holding her. Her eyelids grew heavier but she didn't dare close them. She was afraid that if she did, she would never open them again. She used her last shreds of willpower to look at Hamish, wanting to engrave his last image in her heart as she faded away bit by bit.

"Hamish, do you know... sixteen years ago Elisa really, really liked you. She liked you for sixteen years. Now she... doesn't have the strength to like you anymore," Elisa said wetly, trembling as she finished. It's said that interfering with someone's marriage brings divine retribution. She didn't believe it before, but now it came.

But she didn't do anything terribly wrong. She just liked someone too much for a whole sixteen years.

She was rambling again. Elisa had told him more than once that they had known each other sixteen years ago, but he had never met her sixteen years ago!

Elisa's vision grew blurred as she gradually sank into darkness. She could no longer see Hamish's troubled expression.

Her chest suddenly convulsed and another mouthful of blood spurted out, staining Hamish's shirt red.

"Elisa, what's wrong with you?" Hamish anxiously tried to wipe the blood from her face, but the more he wiped, the more blood appeared. Both his hands were stained red but he couldn't wipe it away. He was drenched in cold sweat, eyes bloodshot. For the first time, he felt how fragile human life was. The Elisa in his arms seemed on the verge of death.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Elisa, Elisa, Hamish repeated the name in his mind. He didn't admit he cared about her, just feeling panic because her blood type matched Lila's.

Hamish burst into the hospital carrying the bloodied Elisa, shocking everyone. The doctor at the front desk grabbed the intercom asking for help. Nurses immediately brought a gurney. "Emergency room!" The doctor took one look at the dying Elisa and made a decision.

Hamish was stopped outside the operating room doors, watching them close. His heart slammed against his chest and the inexplicable terror nearly overwhelmed him.

His hands shook slightly as he

wanted to push the doors open but

didn't dare. Lost, at a loss, anxious and afraid, timid like a child leaving home for the first time, filled with unknown fears.

The hospital air conditioning was on, cool blasts of air. Hamish stared dazedly at the operating lights, the dried blood on his shirt turned dark red from the air conditioning giving off a rusty smell.

The nurse had never seen such a handsome man in real life. Seeing his poor complexion, she walked over and gently reassured, "Don't worry, the patient will be fine."

Hamish seemed not to hear. He lowered his head and looked at the bloodstains on his hands. He brought his hands together, absentmindedly watching the fine blood dust drift from his palms.

Only now did he notice the blood not just on his hands, but his shirt, pants, arms were also stained with Elisa's blood.

How could she have vomited so much blood?

Hamish suddenly felt cold. Looking up, he saw the air conditioning vent was not far away. No wonder he felt so cold.

In the operating room.

Elisa lay on the operating table, her stomach convulsing ceaselessly. Mouthful after mouthful of bloody fluid poured from her lips, staining the sheets red.

It hurts so much, Elisa thought, tears streaming down. Her mind was muddled, her body numb from the pain, unable to distinguish if this was real or illusion.

Many scenes flashed before her eyes like a movie - angry Hamish, Hamish hugging her, Hamish calling her name, Hamish slapping her, Hamish humiliating her. They turned into bubbles, choking her mind, shattering one by one. Finally merging into the last image.

It was sixteen-year-old Hamish.

Elisa could no longer remember what Hamish looked like sixteen years ago, only vaguely recalling the teenage boy was a head taller than

her. His face had a clean smile his arms were slender but strong enough carrying her to make her feel safe.

That spring when Elisa was seven, Ivan had abandoned her at an amusement park. Hamish was the one who found her and carried her back.

On the way, Hamish even bought her a crepe, laughing as he coaxed, "Little Whiner, have a crepe. It's very sweet, you won't cry after eating it."

She took a bite. She was tricked. Sweet outside but so sour inside her teeth nearly fell out. But that was still the most delicious flavor she had ever tasted, unforgettable to this day.

After returning home, she broke out in hives, diagnosed with a bayberry allergy.

She never touched it again after that.

She liked Hamish as much as those crepes that made her break out.

Knowing she shouldn't touch, yet she recklessly went ahead anyway.

Sixteen years later, the once gentle boy had turned so cruel and heartless, as if he were a different person. He was no longer the one who would coax her, this Little Whiner, with crepes. She had struggled for four years, gambling that Hamish would love her, that he would remember sixteen years ago. But in the end, she lost it all, defeated.

Her naive childhood crush was merely wishful thinking on her part.

"Not good, blood oxygen saturation is dropping. The patient's condition is critical!"

"The patient has advanced stage stomach cancer. Her family must sign the consent forms for emergency surgery and notification of critical condition! Hurry, get Dr. Baker here to operate!" The monitors emitted cold, shrill beeps.