Deep Love Hidden From Him

Chapter 670

At the hospital, when Alexander and Theodore talked about the matter, it so happened that Helen was also here.

"Is the news definitive?"

"Yes, and I'm here to inform you to protect Everleigh." Alexander's low voice rang out. He had never been so worried.

A bad thing never dies. This was the prime example.

For no reason, Everleigh had attracted an unwarranted disaster, and he thought everything would be fine now, but unexpectedly, this kind of accident still occurred.

"I'll send for him now." Helen finally realized how cruel and heartless her son had been.

He must have been plotting for a long time to escape like this.

She had already failed Everleigh once and didn't want to do it again.

Theodore didn't say anything. Even if Wilson wanted to make a comeback, he needed a chance. How could he have acted impulsively? He must be hiding somewhere waiting for an opportunity.

To start over.

By this time, Wilson had arrived at the place where he had kept Everleigh when he previously kidnapped her. As the saying goes, the most dangerous place was the safest place. Who would have thought he would escape to this place?

He touched his wounds, hatred welling up in his eyes. Only he knew how his time in prison had been spent. Theodore was indeed ruthless, to have found so many people to beat him up. However,

he was able to find a way out, and it was all thanks to him.

He looked around. He was at the end of his rope and couldn't go on like this.

He had to find a way.

One day later, Missha received a phone call.

"Hello..."

"You have now enjoyed all your glory." Wilson's cold laugh rang out.

Missha heard the voice and knew who it was. She sneered and said, "Don't you deserve all this? You wanted to get rid of me and do something shady in private. Haha, are you trying to beg me now?"

Hearing her sarcasm, he unconsciously clenched his fists. His nails turned pale from the force and his expression became horribly gloomy.

"Missha, cut the crap, will you? I just want to tell you that I want to start all over again."

"Start over? Why should I help you? If you want me to help you, show your ability."

"What do you want?" Wilson knew she wouldn't agree, but at the moment, he was out of options.

Whatever was asked of him, he would oblige.

"Well, I'll find you later. I just need you to do one thing for me, and I'll help you start over."

He had no other choice.

"Okay."

She hung up the phone and thought deeply. She took the key, opened the drawer, and took out the documents inside.

Two days later, Missha showed up at an apartment in the suburbs. She gave Wilson the address and told him to come alone at night, because everyone was out to arrest him.

He dared not show his face anywhere.

She looked at his embarrassed look and the bruises on his face. She couldn't help but mock, "I never dreamed that you, Wilson, would have a day like this."

"If you want to laugh at me, be my guest. When you're satisfied, we'll talk."

She burst out laughing. This was very funny indeed. She had never dreamed that such a person would end up so wretched.

"Well, humor me then. What do you want?"

"Like I said, I'm going to make a comeback. Everything in the Godfrey family will be mine." Wilson's eyes were filled with rage, and the hatred in his heart was like a seed, sprouting slowly.

It flourished all over his body.

Missha stared at his expression. Although she didn't say anything, her heart was very satisfied. Only such a person would pay any price to get what he wanted.

"I can help you, but I have one thing for you to do. If you can do it, I'll help you change your identity and start over."

"What is it?"

"Take a look at this document. As long as you can bring back that shipment here, I'll help you."

As he looked at the document, his eyes filled with shock.

"You... You actually..."

"Don't be so surprised. I got it on my own. Compared to you and your killings, I am so much better and more ethically superior." She crossed her arms, indifference surging in her eyes. For a moment, he thought that the smiling woman in front of him was not Missha, but a devil wearing human skin.

It was as if in her eyes, he was the prey on the chopping block.

He could be killed at any time.

Only at this moment did he realize that it might have been a mistake to meet her.

"You don't have to look at me like that. Whether you decide to or not, it's all up to you."

"Is there still another way for me? I've seen the documents. Even if I leave here, you won't spare me." Wilson's eyes locked on her, as if he was sure of her thoughts. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Misha didn't say anything. She did have such a plan. If he didn't agree, there were one too many ways she could kill him.

"The choice is still yours."

"I promise you, but I have to rest for a while. You've seen the wounds on me, haven't you?"

"Of course. This house is mine and you can live here. If you need anything, I'll send it to you. You'd better not go anywhere. Also, I'll only give you a month's time. If you can't do it, don't blame me." After saying this, she walked out.

She walked with a slight limp due to an injury on her leg.

Wilson looked at her and clenched his fists. Earlier, he had really wanted to kill this woman, so that no one would threaten him any longer.

However, he had hesitated, knowing that he could not have done so. Once he did it, he would never be able to openly appear in front of the public again.

No one knew about Missha's return and they all searched for Wilson's whereabouts. However, he seemed to have disappeared from the world and no one was able to locate him.

In the blink of an eye, a month had come and gone. Theodore remained by Everleigh's side everyday. His previous grumpiness no longer existed. On the contrary, he was looking forward to her waking up.

When her fingers moved, he felt it and went to Maxwell. However, Maxwell told him that it was a common neurological reaction, and that was the reason her fingers moved.

However, Theodore didn't think of it that way. He believed that Everleigh was showing signs of getting better.

Therefore, he didn't worry; he would take his time and wait.

Moving her fingers was still a good enough sign.

Christopher felt that Theodore's attitude had done a full one-eighty from before. He shook his head and said, "Well, you're optimistic. That's very similar to Everleigh."

"Is that so?"

"When she was abroad, Everleigh raised her children alone while studying, and then working. At first, she also felt tired and wanted to cry, but after crying, she laughed. She said that the hard days

gradually became a habit. She is a very positive person. Because of this, I befriended her and felt that nothing can defeat her."