Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Nico, Nico, Nico …

In his stupor, it was as if a familiar and pleasant female voice called out to him.

It is Micaela …

But the voice was faint and inaudible, both near and far.

“Micaela … Micaela … Micaela …”

Nico, who was unconscious, grabbed Micaela’s hand, very tightly.

Micaela pursed her lips and frowned as she looked at him, wrenching her hand away several times before pulling it away.

Dario leaned against the living room door and asked, “What are you going to do with him? This guy is in this state because he went to save you, right?”.

Micaela walked out of the room and calmly said, “One life for another. While he was going to Xantan village to save me, I was taking a chance that the cable car would be hit by a storm and fall off the cliff at any moment. I owe him nothing.”

Dario looked at the man lying in the hospital bed and said objectively and without emotion, “Yes, you owe him nothing, but he still owes you. He will never know the permanent damage you have suffered because of him…”

Before Dario’s words fell, Micaela curved her lips shallowly and said, “He doesn’t have to know.”

Darius sighed and said, “You still care about him, it’s not that you think he doesn’t need to know, it’s that you still don’t want him to live with the guilt for the rest of his life, Micaela, you’re so stupid, he hurt you so much, why are you still worried about his feelings?”

Micaela leaned against the hospital wall, one hand nonchalantly copying her jacket pocket, and smiled bitterly at Dario. “My life is hopeless now, there’s no point in bringing him into it, Dario, I’ve thought it through, this time when I get back from D-town and buy Bernardo’s film and TV rights, I’ll hand the company over to the right person and get my grandmother’s visa as soon as possible. I will get my grandmother’s visa as soon as possible and take her with me to England.”

“Don’t you hate it anymore?”

Micaela shook her head, “I can’t tell the difference, I’m so tired I can barely see my own emotions. But I know one thing, if I keep thinking about him, I’m really going to fall into the abyss. I’ve been hating him for two years and now I’m tired, I don’t want to love and I don’t want to hate. I just want to leave and start a new life properly.”

Micaela looked into Dario’s eyes and said firmly, “Dario, I have never felt so deeply at any time that I really need to start a new life, that I am drowning in this past, which has no end, just an endless tangle of love and hate.”

Darius pointed across the room, “In your new life, without him?”

“How can you call a new life without him and with him?”

Darius said, “It’s good to be completely away from the source of pain, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

After a while, the hospital doctor came to make his rounds.

Micaela asked the doctor at the door of the ward, “Doctor, how is he doing?”

The doctor said, “The CT report of his brain has been released, probably due to the impact there is a slight hemorrhage and concussion inside the skull, but the patient’s other physical indicators are normal, good health, nothing serious, he just needs to stay in bed for a period of time to recover until the small blood clots in the head are slowly absorbed, they will not leave any sequelae. ”

Micaela nodded, “Thank you, doctor.”

Micaela looked at her phone, all the calls Bernardo had made to her.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Micaela glanced inside the room and said, “If you’re not in a hurry to get back to La Ciudad Santa, please keep an eye on him here for me, I have a problem to solve.”

“I can’t guarantee that Nico won’t go crazy when he wakes up and doesn’t see you. I’ll be damned if he’s going to be a maniac.”

Dario said half seriously, half jokingly, and Micaela curved her lips and said, “Feel free, please.”

“Be careful.”

Micaela nodded slightly and walked out of the hospital at a brisk pace, phone in hand.

…

Nico slept until the next afternoon.

He was so tired that he wanted to wake up several times, but he clung to the dream in which Micaela called his name over and over again.

Such affection goes deep into the bones.

When he awoke, Nico’s shifting vision revealed Dario sitting next to his hospital bed, nonchalantly reading a newspaper.

Nico struggled to his feet and frowned at Dario, his voice hoarse to the point of disgust, but hard to conceal, “Why you?”

Dario put down the paper and said, “You think I want to keep an eye on you? It was Micaela who gave the instructions and instructed me to keep an eye on you until you woke up.”

Nico’s face looked better then, but he had a slight hemorrhage inside his skull and was very gaunt and pale, looking much weaker than usual.

Nico shot a parting glance at Dario and asked, “Where is he?”

“Who are you asking?”

“Micaela,” Nico said without smiling.

“Micaela has gone to take care of Bernardo, and now that you are awake and the task I was given by Micaela has been successfully completed, it’s time for me to leave.”

Micaela didn’t want to see him again, or even look at him, even if to do so she had to order Dario to wait until he himself woke up.

Dario got up slowly, chivalrously.

Nico made a dry lump in his throat and called out to him with a scowl, “Stop!”

“What can I do for President Nico?” Dario looked sideways at him, at him.

Nico pursed his thin lips and was silent for a long moment, as if he had something to say that was hard to say.

Dario said, “Since it’s okay, I’m leaving.”

Dario had just picked up his steps when Nico’s husky voice sounded deep behind him, “Take care of Micaela, don’t hurt her like I did, and don’t leave her again.”

Dar io’s brow furrowed and an anger slowly rose from his chest.

What is this, how can Nico have the nerve to say such things to her?

Dario turned around, grabbed Nico’s shirt collar and lowered his voice, “Who are you to tell me to take care of Micaela, I did leave her, and I did cause her pain for me, but I have never done what you have done, ripped out her heart and stomped on it! I have never trampled on Micaela’s dignity, but Nico, what about you? Two years ago you imprisoned her in a place like that, you crushed her pride and trampled on her dignity, and now you have no right to say such things?”

Nico didn’t deny it, he was disheveled and not angry, his eyes were scarlet at the corners but he said in a pretentious and lavish tone, “I don’t want to say those things to you, please, but if Micaela was still willing to see me, why should I beg someone else to take good care of her? Don’t I know how to take care of my own wife?”

“Bang!”

Dario throws a punch and punches Nico’s face.

Nico’s head was deflected by the blow, he was already dizzy from internal bleeding, and when Dario punched him, it buzzed his head. You’d better beat me to death! Only then can you avenge Micaela’s death! If I die, she’ll forgive me! Anyway, I don’t want to live now! Hit me as hard as you can! Come on, come on, hit me here!”

Dario dragged Nico by the collar of his shirt and held him down, and his fists came up one after another.

Each punch a vicious blow.

Nico didn’t fight back.

Dario grabbed his shirt collar, his face red with anger, and cursed through gritted teeth, “Nico, do you know what a burden Micaela has had because of you? You’ve crushed her pride and her dignity, that’s all! But why did you force her to give blood to her enemy? Do you know that the blood transfusion two years ago not only caused her to miscarry, but that you also disqualified her from ever being a mother?”

Nico’s eyes twitched and, for a moment, he fell into a basement of ice, all the emotion in his face seizing for an instant.

“What did you say…?”

Noting Nico’s hesitant and stagnant look, Darius laughed sarcastically, “It’s not like you don’t know that Micaela has RH negative blood, and that people with panda blood are not suitable to get pregnant in the first place, because they are prone to hemolysis with the fetus, which can be life-threatening! And you, Nico, didn’t mind getting her pregnant and causing her to miscarry! After that blood transfusion and abortion, Micaela died nine times, and then she went to England with me, and once, in the middle of the night, when she couldn’t stand the pain, she called me and begged me to take her to the hospital …”

Dario bit his lip and looked at Nico angrily, adding, “I’ve never seen such a fragile Micaela, she told me she wanted to die of pain! I always thought that a girl as calm and sensible as Micaela wouldn’t be impulsive even if she loved someone, let alone become unbearable because of someone! But Nico, you’ve done all that, you’ve completely ruined Micaela! She cried and asked me why she had met Nico, why she had fallen in love with Nico, and if there was an afterlife, she would never have met you!”

“…”

Nico was silent, rigid, clenched his fists and listened intently.

He didn’t know what to make of it, pain or despair.

More perhaps, there was a deeper pain, without emotion, without expression, without crying.

Nico was just bewildered, frozen in place, not knowing what to do.

Darius straightened his collar and sleeves, stood up gracefully and looked at Nico, who was sitting on the edge of the bed with a slightly dejected face, and said in a cold voice: “Because of that abortion with blood transfusion, she always had frequent abdominal pains, for which there was no medicine, and the doctor prescribed many painkillers and tranquilizers, which at first were somewhat effective, but then were completely useless and she had to suffer them because they were not pathological pains, but psychogenic abdominal pains.”

“The more he hates you, the more it hurts. But how can he do that without hating you? Any other person wouldn’t be able to do that and forgive you. She has been very bad for two years, her platelets are very low, her clotting function is very poor, she has panda blood, the doctor has ordered her many times not to be traumatized, even something as small as cutting her finger could kill her at any time! She may not have been physically strong before, but at least she was healthy!”

“Who is the one who did this to her? You broke her spirit, you broke her body, and she didn’t want to tell you that she lost her pregnancy! Do you know why? In the end, she’s just being heartless, but just… being soft on you.”

Nico’s clenched fingers trembled uncontrollably, his entire fist, blue and white visible, the back of his hand bruised and bulging.

His fake white face became even more embarrassed.

Darius sighed and said, “In principle, I shouldn’t have told you this, after all, this is between you and Micaela, I don’t want to interfere and I’m in no position to pass on these words. But it’s just that I can’t stand that you act as if you’ve done her so much harm and that you keep taking it for granted, going back and forth between her, as if you’re the one who’s justified, as if you’re the one who loves her to the core and it’s Micaela who’s cold-blooded and ungrateful.”

“If I were Micaela, I could never forgive you in this life, if you die or whatever, you can’t pay those debts, how are you going to pay them if you’ve spoiled her to that extent?”

With these words, Dario left the room with a flourish.

Nico sat by his bed, staring at the floor, lost in thought, like a child who has done something wrong, and in disarray.

It was as if the sky was falling.

It turned out that he had hurt her deeply, very deeply.

He had trampled her to death and shamelessly expected her forgiveness.

It’s so much more than Darius, the bastard.

All the scars on Micaela’s body are because of him.

Nico’s eyes were red and he smiled, feeling proud and desperate.

Tearing out his heart, he wasn’t satisfied and stomped on it several times before he saw that the only heart he had smashed to mud was all Nico’s.

All because of him.

The bully, it turns out, is not Micaela, it’s him, it’s always been him.

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