The Woman From Hell

I returned to the company. My desk was stacked with documents, so I could only work hard.

For some reason, however, I could not concentrate.

"Wanda? Wanda?"

There was a hand waving in front of me. I returned to my senses and looked over.

Shannon was frowning, her face filled with worry as she called out to me anxiously.

I smiled and hurriedly replied, "What's wrong?"

Seeing that I had regained my composure, Shannon sat down in the seat in front of me, the corners of her mouth turned down. She snatched the document out of my hand. "Wanda, you should stop whatever you're doing. I notice that your mind keeps running. What's the matter? Did something happen again?"

The smile on my face dropped. I was filled with worry at Shannon's question. Eyes filled with doubts, I tilted my head and muttered to myself.

"I think... Marius has been acting a little strange. I was at Hyperspace today, and he told me that he would take me away from here."

My faint voice reached Shannon's ears, and her eyes immediately sparkled as she smiled brightly. "Didn't I say that Marius is definitely interested in you? I told you this before, but you didn't believe me."

I was stunned. I then recalled what Shannon said to me before and was stunned again. I did not answer.

Shannon, who was now excited, asked, "Did Marius say something?"

Stupefied, I unconsciously answered.

"Marius just asked me to divorce Theo. He told me that he was willing to take me away from this troublesome place."

Shannon heard my answer, and her expression was serious.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

"Theo isn't a good guy, Wanda. I think you should listen to Marius and divorce that scum. Then leave this troublesome place so you don't have to suffer so much."

When I heard what Shannon said, I could only lower my head and say nothing.

I had a lot of work left since I kept getting distracted during the day. I could only bring them back home with me and work overtime.

I was only done with work come dawn. I opened the door, wanting to go down and get some water.

A familiar voice sounded in my ears. My brows were raised, and my heart was in a fluster as my eyes widened. I strode toward the children's room.

A loud crying entered my ears. His voice had turned hoarse, and his face was red. My heart constricted, and I felt terrible.

I quickly carried Timothy into my arms and looked over him carefully. I put my hands on his boiling forehead.

"Baby, don't cry, don't cry. Mommy is here."

The thought that the child was having a fever immediately popped into my mind.

I was anxious. The child was crying non-stop as he waved his limbs all over the place. I could only grab them forcefully.

"Don't cry, don't cry. Mommy will take you to the hospital right away."

Timothy soon quieted down, probably because he heard my gentle comforting voice.

I held Timothy in my arms and kept making calls.

"Eurgh..."

The unpleasant smell of vomit

appeared in front of my chest. I 0 immediately fumbled and took out a tissue to wipe the vomit off. Timothy was holding my hand tightly

My arms and legs were tied. I wished I could have an extra pair of hands.

Things were hectic for me early in the morning at the hospital. I went through registration and then a face-to-face consultation before making payment. I brought Timothy to get an IV drip and his medicine...

At this moment, I was looking at the name 'Theo Grant' lit on my phone screen My phone showed that had made several calls but none of them connected.

"Why isn't he answering?" I shouted angrily.

After I was done with work, I lay by the bedside and fell asleep.

The next day.

The door opened at dawn. Theo had rushed over, but the child's fever had subsided. "What are you doing here?"

Theo cradled me into his arms shamefully as he said in a gentle and comforting tone. "I'm sorry I'm late."

I saw Delia following behind him...