Mr. Burns Is Killing His Wife

Hamish was choked by Micah’s words, barely able to catch his breath.

Micah had a keen sense of smell. Before Hamish even got close, he could smell the scent of cigarettes on him. He reminded Hamish, ”Elisa is in poor health and cannot tolerate the smell of cigarettes. If you have never taken care of someone before, you should just go back home. I have already arranged for a caregiver for her and explained what needs to be done.”

His meaning was clear - Hamish should go back where he came from. Unfortunately, Hamish had thick skin and did not take Micah’s words to heart. Hearing Micah address Elisa so familiarly made him very uncomfortable, as if someone was eyeing his toy that had always been by his side. Although he did not care much for that toy, it was still his, and he would not tolerate others ogling it.

Since they were in a public hospital area with resting patients, it was not appropriate to get into an argument. Micah coldly finished speaking and turned to leave.

Hamish stood in place and sniffed himself. He had not bathed in two days and was already giving off an odor. The cigarette smell actually covered it up pretty well, but Micah was right that Elisa could not tolerate the smell of cigarettes. Left with no choice, Hamish went to a ventilated area to wait for the cigarette smell to dissipate before returning to the ward.

After walking some distance, Micah instructed the nurse next to him: ”Later, give Hamish the fake medical report.”

He had promised Elisa to keep it a secret, so he had prepared a fake report a day earlier.

The nurse asked, ”But will he believe it? After all, the patient vomited so much blood before and was even put on emergency notice.” Read this novel at novelceо.com for the best experience.

The young nurse could not imagine what kind of idiot would believe a report like that.

”If he really cared about Elisa, he would definitely look into it. But if he doesn’t care, he’ll believe whatever is said without thinking twice,” Micah replied.

The nurse nodded hesitantly in partial understanding. When they got to the office, she took the stack of reports and headed to the ICU.

Hamish had finished airing out and was about to go back when a young nurse called out to him from behind.

”Sir, wait a moment!”

Hamish turned around to see the breathless nurse who had run up to him. His gaze moved down to the stack of files in her hands.

”Sir, this is your wife’s medical reports.”

Hamish’s hand jerked in hesitation. After a long pause, he reached out to take them. He flipped through two pages then abruptly stopped when he saw the section on her condition was blank after ”gastrointestinal bleeding.”

The nurse cautiously glanced at his facial expression, seeing his gaze fixed on the ”gastrointestinal bleeding” section. She suddenly wanted to slip away.

”Doesn’t she have stomach cancer? Why isn’t it mentioned here?” You are reading on nоvelceo.com, the official source.

The nurse awkwardly smiled and explained, ”Your wife actually does not have stomach cancer.”

”You’re saying she doesn’t have stomach cancer? She was deceiving me!” Hamish’s expression was unchanged, but in the depths of his dark pupils, there seemed to be endless icy cold spreading in an instant, giving one an uncontrollable chill.

Facing Hamish’s questioning, she felt as if she was being stared down by a vicious beast, and her legs went soft. She forced herself to stand still despite her legs shaking. She hurriedly nodded her head.

”That was your wife’s intention. You should go ask her,” she replied, then glanced at the door beside her. Recalling the woman’s bloodless face, then looking back at Hamish’s fierce gaze as if he wanted to swallow someone whole, she couldn’t help but remind him: ”But her condition really was critical at the time, otherwise they wouldn’t have had you sign the emergency notice.”

Hamish did not take in her warning at all. His mind was filled with the thought that Elisa had conspired with the hospital to deceive him - she did not actually have stomach cancer.

The medical report in his hand was crumpled by his force, quickly becoming a ball of trash.