Mr. Burns Is Killing His Wife

Chapter 8 Hamish, Did You Just Try To Kill Me?

Chapter 8 Hamish, Did You Just Try to Kill Me?

Elisa waited nearly half an hour but still did not receive a reply from Hamish. She glanced at the time - he was probably already asleep with Lila at this hour of the night.

The blood on her hands had dried and felt disgusting. Elisa dragged her weak body into the bathroom to wash the blood off her hands. The icy liquid felt chilling to the heart.

After returning to her room, she habitually poured herself a cup of hot water and took painkillers and cancer medication. The strong painkillers Micah gave for cancer's end anesthesia - she would only take them when the pain was truly unbearable. Taking too much could lead to dependence and damage the nerves.

She poured all the pills into plain jars and threw them into a drawer. She wanted nothing more to do with Hamish. So what if they had loved each other for 16 years, been together for 6 years, and married for 4 years? It was nothing to get worked up over.

At first light, Elisa awoke. She did not have the habit of lazing in bed - once awake, she would get up. Even though she was not going out, she still put on makeup out of habit, to make her sickly face look a little more spirited.

Looking at her married self in the mirror, Elisa smiled. There was still tomorrow after today.

Worried that Mr. Lane had not eaten breakfast, Elisa made two servings. Right after nine o’clock, the doorbell rang.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Elisa took off her apron and hung it on the wall before going to open the door. It was Mr. Lane.

"Ms. Powell."

"Come in quick. Have you eaten? Elisa asked.

Following her in, Mr. Lane replied, "Yes, I've eaten."

Hearing he had already eaten, Elisa did not feel right eating breakfast herself either. She hurriedly drank a glass of milk and made some tea before bringing it into the living room.

Mr. Lane got right to business, sitting down and taking out his laptop. When he heard Elisa wanted to transfer most of Powell Group's shares under Hamish's name, he looked at her in astonishment, even stopping his typing.

"Ms. Powell, you have to consider this carefully. Powell Group is your separate premarital property that your husband has no claim to. I've seen many divorces fought over property division in court, but this is the first time I've seen someone completely give up their premarital assets.

Moreover, the company owns a multi-billion dollar company. Setting aside whether Powell Group other shareholders would agree, your father alone would never allow it. If he knew you were divorcing and giving away the company, he would surely react explosively."

"I know, that's why I need to discuss making a will with you next," Elisa replied, but before she could finish, the doorbell rang outside. She had to get up and answer it.

"Excuse me a moment, I'll get the door."

Upon opening the door, a dark figure abruptly appeared before her eyes. An icy chill rushed up as Elisa instinctively took a step back.

Looking up at Hamish, she asked, "Why are you back?"

"Didn't you tell me to come back?" Hamish's normally pitch-black eyes seemed somewhat bloodshot now. His commanding aura naturally carried an oppressive force.

Gripping the door handle, Hamish forcefully pushed it open and strode inside arrogantly. "What did you mean by the text you sent me last night?"

Elisa was stunned briefly before laughing mockingly. So this was about the divorce - the man who had verbally abused her last night for not wanting to come back had rushed right over at the first mention of divorce. He couldn't wait, it seemed.

Hearing her inexplicable laugh, Hamish’s eyebrows furrowed. His gaze swept the surroundings and upon seeing a pair of men's leather shoes by the shoe rack, a sinister look flashed through his dark pupils.

Already in an extremely bad mood, Hamish now felt ready to explode. He had always had a terrible temper and never showed restraint when angry.

Grabbing Elisa's wrist, his gaze moved from the shoes on the floor to her face. Seeing she was still wearing makeup, his smile grew increasingly sinister. "So that's why you suddenly want a divorce. Turns out you found a new lover? What, am I no longer enough for you alone?

Elisa's heart tightened. Frowning, she said, "Hamish, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Telling me to come back tomorrow was so you could be home alone with your wild man today, right?" Hamish forcibly dragged Elisa into the living room, squeezing her wrist as if wanting to crush the bones. He threw her onto the sofa and pressed his body down, clamping her throat.

"I didn't." Elisa didn't know what madness had come over Hamish that he would look at her this way - so deep and heavy, vaguely unsettling, leaving her limbs stiff with fear. She felt the air being sucked out of her chest, gasping desperately for breath.

The thing Hamish hated most in life was betrayal. Even if he no longer loved this woman, he had used her - she was his, and he would not tolerate another man touching what was his.

Thinking of Elisa secretly hiding a man at home, his anger raged, making him want to kill her on the spot.

Elisa's neck ached and her chest felt stuffy, even her fingertips trembling. The survival instinct made her raise her hands to grip Hamish's wrists, but she did not have the strength to break his hold.

Her vision went dark at the edges. Just as she thought she was about to suffocate and die, Mr. Lane heard the commotion and hurried out, grabbing Hamish's shoulder.

"Mr. Burns, what are you doing?"

Hamish turned his head. "So you're the man Elisa's hiding?"

Mr. Lane immediately realized Hamish had misunderstood. He quickly explained, "No, don't overthink this. I only came today to draft the divorce agreement between you and Ms. Powell." Worried Hamish didn't believe him, Mr. Lane hurriedly took out his business card to show him.

Hamish's grip loosened slightly and Elisa gasped for breath, her body curled up and trembling on the sofa.

Seeing Hamish release his hold, Mr. Lane also relaxed, boldly asking, "Mr. Burns, why don't you first discuss the divorce property division with Ms. Powell?"

Hearing "divorce" again put Hamish back on edge, his mood turning icy once more for inexplicable reasons even to himself.

Mr. Lane felt his legs go soft under Hamish's sinister gaze. Unsure whether to stay or leave, he could only stand awkwardly, not even daring to let his eyes wander.

It was only when Hamish uttered a low "get out" that Mr. Lane hurriedly turned and left, forgetting even his laptop in the living room.

Elisa's health was much weaker than before. Being strangled by Hamish had left a red mark around her slender, snow-white neck. It took a long time for her breathing to return to normal.

Only now did she feel the extent of her illness. She had been grabbed and threatened by Hamish before, and while very uncomfortable, it had never been like now where she was powerless for so long after.

"Hamish, were you trying to kill me just now?"