Filed to story: Mr Williams Madame Is Dying Novel Free Online (Madison & Hunter)
“Give it a shot? Why would I do that? What am I to do if he dies during my treatment? Enough is enough.
Our village does not welcome outsiders. Stop wasting your time and leave at once.”
Wendy then slammed the door shut on Joel. His nose would have been hit if he hadn’t dodged in time.
He wasn’t imagining things; Wendy was genuinely upset!
But what had gone wrong? Wendy had initially agreed to help. Joel was perplexed by her abrupt shift in attitude.
He returned to the room dejectedly.
“Mr. Tucker, what’d she say?” Brent hurriedly asked.
“Aunt Wendy refuses to help.”
“Why? Didn’t she say she’d give it a shot? Why did she leave without doing anything?”
“I’m not sure as well.”
“I’ll go and plead with her.”
Krystal then rushed outside and knelt at Wendy’s doorstep.
“Madam Wendy, I’m begging you, please save my fiancé! I love him. We went through so much to be together. I can’t lose him. If you don’t save him, I’ll kneel here and-“
The door swung open.
Krystal looked at Wendy expectantly. She thought Wendy had been moved by her sincerity.
However, Wendy picked up a bucket of water and poured it all over Krystal without hesitation.
“Stop yapping. How dare you guilt-trip me? I don’t care if you want to kneel or even hang yourself. Just don’t do it here!”
Krystal was dumbfounded. Why wasn’t she playing by the rules?
“Why are you looking at me like that? Do you think you’re in a TV show?” Wendy mocked.
“Get lost. Don’t make a mess of my place!” she yelled as she covered Willow’s eyes with her hand.
“Don’t look at her. You’ll soil your eyes.”
Krystal returned to the room, drenched from head to toe.
She cursed aloud, “Who does that weird old hag think she is? She could’ve just said she wasn’t going to help! What did she pour all over me anyway? Why does it stink so much?”
Kelvin pinched his nose and backed away. “Stay away, Krystal. I think that’s probably urine that has been stored for a long time. I’m sure you wouldn’t want Mr. Williams to faint from the stench.”
Krystal was almost in tears. “Urine? How could she pour urine on me?”
Joel sighed. “If I remember correctly, urine is used to ward off the evil spirits here.”
“But I’m a living and breathing human being. Why would she use urine to drive me away?”
“It’s all because you ran your mouth. Aunt Wendy was perfectly fine at first. Her attitude changed when you said you were Mr. Williams’s fiancée.”
“Has she lost her mind because no one ever wanted her? That’s how it goes in TV shows. The people in the shows are usually moved by the woman’s sincerity and help her husband out. How would I know she’d be completely different?”
Not only did Krystal fail to move Wendy, but she was even doused with urine. Such misfortune.
“There’s a stream over there. You should go wash up. We’ll think of another way. There’s no turning back now. Mr. Williams only has one more day to live.”
Brent decided to take the risk of getting urine or feces thrown at him and ask Wendy for help. He had to give it a try even if it wouldn’t work. It was much better than waiting for Hunter to die. I’ll go with you, Brent. I’m thick-skinned; I’m not afraid of whatever she might throw at us.”
Joel went with them. Chris was the only one left in the room. He sighed when he looked at Hunter, who was clutching his sleeves because he was in immense pain.
“Why did you put yourself through this?”
Hunter could’ve ended the women with a single shot, but he froze because of her face, which looked like Madison’s. That was why he ended up the way he was.
“She wouldn’t even know what happened to you if you died here.”
Hunter’s organs were affected by the poison. He couldn’t really hear or smell anything. When he tried to talk, he could only make unintelligible groaning sounds.
Just then, the little girl returned. The bells on the little girl’s shoes jingled. She looked like she was just about two or three years old. Her innocent face was delicate and beautiful.
For some reason, Chris couldn’t help but feel like he’d seen this little girl somewhere before. The little girl bore a resemblance to Madison.
However, her resemblance to Madison was miniscule. Her features revealed her mixed heritage.
“Is your name Willow? Chris asked gently as he knelt with his hands on his knees.
Willow walked past him as if she hadn’t heard him and went straight to Hunter.
Hunter could only vaguely see the outline of a young girl. He reached out slowly. He couldn’t see the girl’s features clearly due to his impaired vision, but he instinctively felt close to her.
He then felt a soft touch on his palm. Her hand was so small and soft, just like Connor’s when he was younger.
However, he had forgotten what Connor looked like when he was younger after so much time. All he remembered was that he was very small and fragile.
Willow gently held his hand.
Chris said, “Young lady, can you save her?”
Willow shook her head. She signaled with her hand.
Chris guessed. “Are you saying that you can’t, but someone else can?”
Willow nodded.
“Who is it? Is it Madam Wendy?”
Willow shook her head.
This time, Chris understood Willow’s hand signs.
“Are you saying that the person is your mother?”
Willow nodded.
Chris’ eyes lit up. He quickly asked, “Where is your mother now?”
Willow made another sign.
“Are you saying that she’s gone somewhere far away, and you don’t know when she’ll be back? This won’t do. Mr. Williams only has one day left.
“Willow, do you have a way to make him live longer so we can wait until your mother returns?”
Willow looked at Hunter. The latter’s hearing was also affected by the venom.
There was a delay in his hearing. He could only hear what Chris was saying after several seconds.
He felt all his senses slowly fading away and was sure he was beyond help.
He held Willow’s hand as he waited for death to take him.
“Oh well, I’ll just wait for death,” he mused.
After a while, he suddenly felt some liquid on his lips. He licked his lips instinctively.
Chris’ eyes widened in surprise. He asked Willow if she had a way to prolong Hunter’s life. She actually cut her palm and fed her blood to Hunter.
It was like something out of a fantasy novel. It was too surreal. For a moment, Chris thought he was drearning.
After some time, he came back to his senses.
“Will this delay the effects of the poison?”
Willow nodded.
Suddenly, Wendy called out from the door, “Willow!”
Willow’s face paled. She looked at Wendy in fright, like she had done something wrong. She instinctively tried to hide her palm.
“Why would you do that? How would I face your mother if you got hurt?” Wendy quickly brought some medication and a bandage to stop the bleeding
Chris quickly asked, “Madam Wendy, Willow said her mother could save him. Is that true?”
Wendy snorted.
“So what if it’s true? Her mother left some time ago, and we don’t know when she’s coming back. We don’t have a phone to contact her in this village.
“Besides, even if she’s back, there’s no guarantee she would be willing to save his life.”
“Madam Wendy, even if she doesn’t want to help, can you at least tell us how to find her?”
“Don’t waste your time. No one knows when she’ll return. No one can contact her either.”
Wendy brought Willow away after she said that.
Willow looked at Hunter with yearning in her eyes. Why did that man look so much like her sister? Was he her father?
She naturally felt a closeness to the man. She felt a pang in her heart when she saw him in such a state.
Wendy brought Willow back to her room and closed the door.
She said in a concerned tone, “Willow, my girl, did you sense something?”
Willow gestured. “Is he my father?”
Willow was almost three years old. She was starting to understand some things.
Wendy said awkwardly, “I … I’m not sure about that.”
After all, Alicia looked a lot like Hunter, but Wendy wasn’t sure if he was Willow’s father.
“I don’t know. But even if he is, he has another woman now. He probably forgot all about your mother.
“He will have children with another woman. Even so, do you want to save him?”
Willow pursed her lips, not saying anything.
Reaching out, Wendy caressed her head.
“Poor child. You know, your mom worked very hard to be able to leave him.
“If he knows that you and your mom are still alive, he will lock your mom up again. Do you want that to happen?”
Willow shook her head.
“Then you have to pretend that you don’t know him. After all, your mom and the others aren’t in the village. As for whether he can survive this or not, it’s entirely-up to him.”
Wendy sighed. “Your mom went through a lot of hardship in the past. When she was giving birth to you, she was very close to death. You have to be grateful to her and treasure your hard-earned life.”
Willow nodded obediently.
It was quite odd. Not long after drinking Willow’s blood, Hunter could sense that his eyes and ears were getting better.
He could even produce simple sounds.
In the past, for every hour that passed, the red pattern would advance.
After he drank the blood, the toxin seemed to be frozen in time. It didn’t look like it would get worse.
“How are you feeling, Mr. Williams?”
