Filed to story: Mr Williams Madame Is Dying Novel Free Online (Madison & Hunter)
Despite being the guest, the air around him made him more like the host.
“Sit. I have something to talk to you about.” “How have you been the past few years?” Not wanting to have a casual talk with her, he dived right into the topic.
“I’d like to talk about Erina.”
“Erina? What about her?” Andrea didn’t know what happened while she was unconscious.
Brent sent Erina back to the Davis residence.
She was still in low spirits.
As soon as they arrived home, she locked herself up in her room.
“I’m sure Madie has told you about Connor’s true identity, that she is his mother.
In the past, I made a foolish yet grave mistake.
“Kurt entrusted you to me, so I listened to you every time and was lenient to you.
And I hurt her in the end.
I don’t want to upset her anymore.” Andrea’s countenance turned cold.
“What do you mean?” “You gave Erina her name.
At that time, I thought I would marry you to give her a perfect childhood.
“Now, we have nothing to do with each other.
I’ve explained everything that happened in the past as well.
You can give her a new surname, Davis or Evans.” Her heart throbbed at his words.
In a trembling voice, she asked, “What about me? Do you not love me? Not even once?” “We have known each other since we were young.
It’s been over 20 years.
But have I said that I love you?” Hunter questioned back.
No.
Even if she did everything in her power to make him stay for the night that year, he simply sat on the couch the whole night.
Andrea coaxed him into marrying her by using Kurt’s last words.
He could give her anything she wished, but he never touched her.
He didn’t say a word of love to her before either.
“But I love you deeply, Hunter Williams! Why can’t you give me a chance and love me?” “Andrea Davis,
I’ve tolerated your antics more than enough.
Changing Erina’s name or surname is your decision.
“I’ll ask Brent to come over to help you with the procedures tomorrow.” He rose from his seat.
Andrea reached out to pull the hem of his shirt, but he turned sideways, avoiding her hand.
“Take care.” “It’s just a name.
Does it matter that much? Must I change it?” “Erina is at the age to understand how the world works.
If we don’t clear things up, her misunderstanding will deepen.
“Plus, my family will be bothered by this, too.” “So, you came to cut ties with me? Completely?” Oh, how desperate she was to hear a negative answer from him.
However, his cold voice said otherwise.
“Yes. From today onward, your life or death has nothing to do with me anymore.
Take care.” He did not even glance at her.
Andrea intended to chase him, but Fabian, who appeared from the corner, grabbed her wrist.
“Where are you going? How could you do this to me? Is Hunter the only man you see?” “Let go of me!
Fabian, I can walk now.
You can no longer control me.
Even if there were no Hunter, you’d never be the one for me!” She flung his hand away and headed outside.
Even if she could catch up with Hunter, she didn’t want to face that repulsive man ever again.
Strange enough, Fabian merely watched her instead of following her.
Her legs had yet to get used to the machinery connection.
Andrea should be resting in bed in the meantime, but everything in her was screaming to leave Fabian, even if that meant pulling the wounds.
Yet, the moment she reached the gates, her legs couldn’t move as if cast by magic.
She couldn’t take another step forward! Sweat covered her forehead.
“W-What’s happening?” Before she knew it, he was standing behind her with his arms crossed triumphantly.
“Andrea, don’t you think that machines listen to orders better than humans?”
Andrea’s body was working fine bar one—she couldn’t control her legs.
“What did you do to me?” “Try walking backward.” They could move when she was retreating, but they stopped whenever she was heading for the gates.
“I’ve set your mobility strictly within the Davis residence.
Ms. Evans is a genius indeed.
She resolved a big problem of mine.” Although Andrea had known that Madison would never let her go that easily, she hadn’t expected Madison to take it this far.
Madison gave Andrea freedom yet caged her in the house at the same time.
It was late at night by the time Madison arrived at the Heath residence.
She was tired from performing such a surgery—which needed a few hands—all alone.
Not only did it take a toll on her body, but also on her mentality.
In fact, attaching a prosthetic leg wasn’t her forte, so it was more tiring than usual surgeries.
She fell into a deep sleep as soon as she flopped in bed.
Since there were people taking care of Molly, there shouldn’t be any issue.
On that snowy night, a lifeless Krystal sat by her bed, looking as haggard as a ghost.
After she murdered Lisa, Krystal was confined in her room, and the Heaths never visited her.
As though cast to oblivion, no one cared about her anymore.
cancel Although the ingredients for her meals were fresh, they were simple, like noodles and bread.
It was bearable, but it couldn’t be compared to her previous lavish life.
Dinner was served.
The food had gone cold.
The dim light reflected in the soup, and the night was solemn.
In the past, her family would’ve been worried about her for staying up at this hour.
Tatiana would share her articles about young girls dying early due to lack of sleep.
Linus would blabber on and on, advising her not to burn the midnight oil, as well as checking if something was troubling her.
Krystal was no longer family to them; they perceived her as an enemy.
If she wasn’t pregnant, the Heaths might’ve started their vengeful act on her.
Yale was once the reason for her happiness but became the cause of her undoing.
Unlike before, throwing a tantrum wouldn’t draw other’s attention to help her clean her mess anymore.
She crouched and dug in her cold meal.
The baby had to live; only then would her sentence be alleviated.
She’d rather die than go to prison.
Halfway through her meal, her tears trickled down her cheeks before seeping into her food.
As someone who once lived lavishly, Krystal had never suffered this much, let alone eating cold food.
Furious, Krystal threw the plate onto the floor.
The sight of the scattering rice pulled her senses back.
She could handle the hunger, but not her baby.
What if a miscarriage happened? cancel Kneeling, she shoved the rice into her mouth as she muttered,
“Sorry, baby.
I won’t get angry.
You have to live.
You must live!” Choking on her food, she fed herself some cold soup.
To live meant there was hope.
Krystal was determined to retrieve everything that once belonged to her.
At midnight, someone knocked on the door.
“Ms. Madison.” Drowsily, Madison put on her cardigan and opened the door.
It was the butler.
“What is it?” “Something happened to Krystal.
Please check on her upstairs as the doctor.” “Right away,” she responded promptly.
It’d be troublesome if something happened to someone like Krystal.
Madison ran at full speed.
By the time she reached the room, everyone was there except Molly and Yale.
A pungent smell filled the room.
The warm temperature made it so bad that Madison felt sick to the stomach.
Suppressing the nausea, she entered the room.
