Deep Love Hidden From Him

Chapter 669

Theodore watched the expressions on their faces, soaking everything in.

"Aunt Missha, you don't look too well. You haven't been resting well recently, have you?" He suddenly asked.

He had always felt that Missha's face was a little pale, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness.

Wasn't there something wrong with her leg? Why did she look as if she had just undergone a major operation?

"I mean, Everleigh is in trouble, and I'm worried about her." Missha's words were tinged with a touch of sadness.

Saniogo didn't say anything. In fact, these days he had also felt that something was not right somewhere, but she always attributed it to not sleeping well. Now that Everleigh was in trouble, no one would be better off.

"I'll take you back to rest."

"No, I'm good; I want to spend more time with Everleigh. She talked to me before because she was afraid that I'd get bored. Now, I want to talk with her too," Missha said softly, tears springing up from her eyes.

She seemed to have a lot of things she wanted to say to her, but she didn't know how to string them into words.

"Theodore, why don't you go wash your face. I happen to have something to say to you." Saniogo glanced at him, who was sitting on one side.

"Okay." Theodore knew that he looked a little unsightly at the moment, and washing his face would make him more refreshed. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

"I'll wait for you here. Oh, yeah... Saniogo, buy me some snacks. I'm hungry. Everleigh also likes dessert."

Saniogo didn't know the reason why, but he agreed. There were plenty of dessert shops around, so he could easily get them. It wouldn't take long.

After they left, Missha did a complete turnaround. Gone was the sadness in her eyes, replaced by coldness and indifference.

"Everleigh, this is the best case scenario for you. I may like you very much, but I also hate you with a passion. You and your mother are really too alike. It would have been great if you were a little more similar to your father." Missha's voice was very soft, as if she was talking to herself.

If Everleigh could hear it, she would definitely think

that Missha was off her rocker.

"Don't worry, it's business as usual here. The only person who has changed is Theodore. Really, he loves you so much. He hasn't had much rest until now. I suddenly envy you at this time, having found the love of your life. But do you know? There used to be someone who doted on me like that, but that person is no longer here," Missha said as she reached out to caress her face.

It was as if she was taken back to a point in her past; the nostalgia and love in her eyes were incomprehensible.

When the two men left, Theodore couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, has Aunt been in the hospital room all this while?"

"Yes, that's right. I was the one who was taking care of her during this time. Then, something happened to Everleigh, and Missha thought she was all okay now, so she asked me to go see her. That's why I came in the morning," Saniogo responded as he walked.

Theodore looked at the dessert shop in front of him and was deep in thought. The two of them did some shopping before they went back.

When they entered the ward, Missha was sitting in a wheelchair. Her eyes were slightly red, as if she had been crying.

"Oh, you're back. Christopher and Erine came over just now and brought a lot of things," she said, gesturing to the fruit and desserts on the coffee table.

"The main reason they bring things here everyday is because those things are for Alastair and Adrienne." Theodore knew what they were thinking. They didn't want to upset the two kids.

"By the way, where are Alastair and Adrienne? I haven't seen them in ages."

"They're at school and will come over in the evening," Theodore replied.

Missha didn't say much.

In the following days, everyone seemed to have formed a habit. Every day, they would come to visit Everleigh in the hospital, with Theodore remaining by her bedside.

That remained until Missha was discharged from the hospital.

She could walk with a cane. Erine told her that she could go out for walks as often as she wanted. If she had nothing else to do, she could go back and rest.

Missha was very grateful. Before she was discharged from the hospital, she came to visit Everleigh and told them that she was going back abroad.

During this time, Cynthia couldn't manage things on that side, so Missha had to go back and hold down her post.

"Theodore, it's been too hard for you. I'm sure Everleigh will be fine."

"I know. I heard that you're going back?" Theodore asked.

Missha nodded, sadness invading her face. "I know I can't go back at this time, but you know very well about Cynthia, that child. If this hadn't happened, I would have gone back. There's so much to do at the company. How can I not return?"

"Yeah. Everleigh's condition won't get better for a while. Aunt, don't worry. Everleigh won't blame you. We still have to go on with our lives," Theodore advised, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Missha nodded and couldn't help sighing.

She didn't ask anyone to send her when she left, because everyone was in a bad mood at the moment.

However, Theodore had a different idea. He asked Christopher, "Did anyone go to send Missha off?"

"I don't think so."

He lapsed into silence and contemplation. Christopher saw him being so quiet and wondered if anything had happened. "What's wrong?" "No, nothing," Theodore replied.

At this point, Wilson was lying in bed, moaning. The people around him were very annoyed. "Are you looking for death? You're disturbing our nap."

"Ah..." As if he hadn't heard them, he continued to groan. The bruises on Wilson's face were clearly visible.

At that moment, the man outside the door came in and looked at him with a grim expression on his face. "You, what's your name?"

"My stomach hurts." Wilson curled up, wrestling with agony.

The people who came noticed that his forehead was covered with sweat, so they called an ambulance.

Some time later, several men carried Wilson out and took him to the hospital.

He had earned a lot of scars because Alexander had given him the "best" care possible. The hospital was used to seeing such cases.

That night, Wilson escaped from prison.

No one knew how he had escaped until the nurse came in to check on him and realized that he was missing.

The next morning, Alexander received a call from the prison and learned that Wilson had performed a prison break.

"When did it happen?"

The other side filled him in with the information.

"Alright, cut the crap. Hurry up and find him." Alexander hung up the phone, his face revealing his fury.

When Saniogo went downstairs, he saw that Alexander's expression was terrible. He asked in confusion, "Did anything happen?"

"Wilson has escaped from the prison, and his current location is unknown," Alexander replied solemnly.

How could he have run away?

Upon hearing this, Saniogo's entire body shook. The first person who came to his mind was... Everleigh.

"Have you sent someone to find him? You can't let him hurt Everleigh again."

Alexander didn't believe Wilson had the courage to go looking for Everleigh. What he feared was what Wilson would continue to plot.

If there was another attack, God knew who the unlucky ones would be.

"Dad, I'm going to the hospital." "You do that. Hurry up and tell Theodore to protect them." Saniogo was worried sick about Everleigh.

After all, Wilson's conviction was also caused by his kidnapping of Everleigh. If he wanted revenge, the target would certainly be her and Theodore.

Alexander nodded, fetched his coat, and walked out.