The Woman From Hell

"Do you live close by?"

I had never seen him despite moving here after so long.NôvelDrama.Org content.

The man nodded. "Yeah, I just moved in. I'm still organizing my stuff. I heard people shouting here, so I came over to look. Those men don't look like good people. Are you alone at home?" ""Yes. I live alone."

"You should be more careful. They'll come again since they didn't succeed this time. You should find someone to accompany you." The man laughed after he said that.

Every word from him was light but not without weight. It was soothing.

Just then, policemen from the nearby area came up to my door.

"Good day to you. I received the news that someone was being harassed?"

"Ah yes, hello," I greeted quickly.

The policeman turned his gaze to the man opposite me. "Who is he?"

"He gave me a hand just now," I explained.

"Let's go through the situation together, then."

I invited them into the living room.

""Your name?"

"Wanda Lane," I answered obediently.

The policeman turned to the man after recording it. "You?"

"Neil Hendersohn."

Right after the policeman wrote down his name, Neil abruptly corrected him and said, "It's spelled Hendersohn. It's a relatively rare surname."

"It is rare to see." The policemen had probably never met anyone with this surname.

It was also the first time I heard of it.

The policeman began asking me some questions like if I had offended anyone recently.

After he was done with the questions, the police stood up. "We more or less have a picture now based on what you said. These people will show up again since they failed this time. You can request police protection, Miss Lane." "Alright, I understand. Sorry to trouble you guys."

I finally heaved a sigh of relief after sending them off. I turned around and looked at the man behind me. "Neil, was it?"

He smiled and nodded. "Yes, that's right. A pleasure to meet you. We'll be neighbors from now on, so you can come to me if you need anything."

"I can't thank you enough for today. You mentioned you were still in the middle of unpacking just now. Let me help you."

Hearing this, Neil hurriedly waved his hand. "It's fine, it's fine. I'll manage."

"Let me help you out once since you've done the same for me. We can call it even then."

"Uhm... Alright then."

Neil led me to his house. It was really close by, just a few steps away.

The structure of the apartments here was similar, but his house looked like it had just been cleaned up. It was obvious that someone had just returned after not living here for a long time.

"Is this your own house?" I asked while helping him tidy up.

"Yes. My parents left it. I was abroad before this. I just came back." Neil took out a few photos and placed them on the shelf on the TV wall.

I stepped forward. The boy in the middle of the photo was flanked by his parents, and they were smiling happily. "Is this a family photo?" I asked softly.

"Yeah, it was taken when I was a kid."

"Where are your parents now?"

"They passed away in a car accident."

Neil sounded a little low.

"My condolences." I realized I should not have asked.

He smiled at me. "It's nothing. All in the past. I've moved on a long time ago."

He seemed optimistic.

It took us about an hour to get everything done. Neil grabbed a beverage. "Here. Thank you, Miss Lane. I don't know when I'd be done if I had to do it alone." "You're welcome. You also did me a favor, so it's only natural."

"How did you end up provoking those shady people?" Neil asked abruptly.