Aggressive Wife

Chapter 25

Ronald woke up in a VIP hospital room. Although he suffered from multiple bone fractures from the fall from his balcony, the injuries were not fatal. He landed on top of a car when he fell, reducing the impact.

He stabilized after surgery and was transferred to a VIP hospital room. He was surprised to find himself still alive. He tried to get up from the bed but realized he was strapped to the bed.

Someone opened the door while he was struggling. He froze as he saw who it was. He was terrified. “Mr. Quincy,” he said feebly, breaking out in a cold sweat. Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Noah walked toward Ronald, his eyes flashing with anger. “Tell me who ordered you to hurt my son.” His threatening look sent shivers down Ronald’s spine.

Wayne entered the room with a few bodyguards. He pulled a chair for Noah to sit beside the bed.

“Mr. Quincy, I did not hurt your son,” Ronald tried to explain, but Noah wasn’t buying it. He was disappointed. “Wrong answer.”

“Please trust me, Mr. Quincy! I’m telling the truth.” Ronald pleaded. Before he could continue, an excruciating pain shot up his leg, and he screamed in agony.

Noah’s bodyguard had broken Ronald’s legs. Ronald fainted from pain and was brutally woken up. His face went as white as a ghost. Noah was hell-bent on getting the answers he wanted.

“I am not going to kill you, Ronald,” said Noah cruelly, “If you don’t tell me the truth, I will make you suffer so bad you would rather be dead.”

Ronald heard a snap as Noah’s bodyguard broke his left arm. He screamed as he struggled on the bed. He was mortified. His legs were broken because he tried to lie; now he hadn’t even said a word, and his left arm was broken. He looked at Noah, trembling in fear.

“Aw, look at you,” Noah grinned, “Are you scared? I’ll show you some mercy if you tell me the truth now.”

“Mr. Quincy, please kill me!” Ronald yelled. Noah was annoyed, “Wrong answer.”

Ronald’s screams echoed in the room. Noah stood up and smirked, “You know, it doesn’t matter. I will find out who you’re trying to hide sooner or later.”

Noah tapped Ronald’s face lightly and turned around. He took off his gloves and threw them into the trash can before leaving the room.

“No, Mr. Quincy, nobody is ordering me to do anything. I did everything on my own. I’m telling the truth!” Ronald shouted with all his remaining strength.

On the other side of the city, Madeline was having a nightmare. There was a thunderstorm outside, and she was dreaming about the fateful night five years ago when it was raining heavily as well.

She was soaking wet in the rain, and despite the pain in her stomach, she was kneeling in front of Noah, begging him to trust her. However, he refused to believe her. All she could find in his eyes was anger and hatred toward her.

Noah believed everything Angie said when it was Angie who murdered Gordon. Madeline tried to explain, but he wouldn’t listen to a word she said. He abandoned her, and she was devastated.

She was trapped in the nightmare until a ping from her cell phone woke her up. She sat up, panting. She pulled herself together and checked her cell phone. There were messages from Thomas. She had

never been so grateful to get texts from that punk; thanks to him, she got out of the nightmare.

“Get ready, Mommy! A special gift from your cutest son is about to arrive.”

“Mommy, it has been an hour! Your gift is arriving. Have you read my text?”

“Mommy! Are you still busy counting money with my little brother?”

“I’m sad. Nobody wants me.”

The last text was sent a minute ago. Madeline laughed as she imagined that punk pretending to cry. She swiftly replied, “I’m sorry, I have just woken up. Will you please forgive me for replying late?”

Thomas immediately sent another text. “Fine. I know you love me.” He took a few selfies and sent them to his mother, smiling triumphantly.

Madeline was about to reply when she heard a loud chopping noise from the roof. The noise became louder and louder, and she had to get to the roof to find out what it was.

A helicopter had landed on the helipad built on the roof. She was anxious, not knowing what the visitor wanted. A pilot got out of the helicopter and greeted Madeline with a huge teddy bear made from preserved roses. There was an inscription on the teddy bear that spelled “Thomas Grant”.

“Ms. Madeline, I’m pleased to present to you the A1808 helicopter,” said the pilot, beaming, “Thank you for your purchase, and please enjoy flying with this gorgeous aircraft.”