Mr. Burns Is Killing His Wife

Chapter 12 - Reaping the Rewards of Others' Labor

The spacious room suddenly became very quiet, so quiet that Lila could hear the sound of Hamish flicking off ashes from his cigarette. Little sparks of fire dropped from his fingertips.

Lila rarely saw Hamish smoking, or more accurately, Hamish rarely smoked in front of her because he was considerate of her poor health.

A sudden unease rose in Lila's heart. She had been quite happy earlier today when she inadvertently saw the text messages on Hamish's phone last night.

Elisa was going to divorce Hamish.

Lila also knew that Hamish had gone to see Elisa this morning. Lila had thought he couldn't wait to get divorced, but judging by his gloomy appearance now, it didn't seem to be what she had imagined. "Hamish, dinner is ready." Lila tried her best to rouse her spirits and reassured herself not to be afraid. She was the one Hamish had loved for so many years, not that arrogant and domineering Elisa who could snatch him away.

Brought back to his senses, Hamish put out the cigarette in his hand and came to the dinner table to see the dishes Lila had prepared.

In such a short time she had made three dishes and one soup, with meat and vegetables, and the presentation was not bad either. But compared to Elisa's cooking, it still lacked something. Why did he think of that woman again? Hamish clenched his back molars, trying to squeeze her image out of his mind.

Lila sat across from him, eating small mouthfuls from her bowl, glancing at him from time to time. Several times she moved her lips as if wanting to say something, but ultimately didn't speak.

She felt uneasy and afraid in her heart, afraid to ask anything in case the truth was completely different from what she hoped for. She was afraid of disappointment.

Lila was a timid, cowardly woman. Her only ambition in life was focused on Hamish - she wanted Hamish to marry her.

Today Hamish was distracted, even when eating his mind frequently wandered. Lila noticed it several times. Finally, unable to restrain herself, she put down her bowl and asked, "Hamish, how did it go with Elisa today when you went back to see her?"

A man with handsome features, even his hands were exceptionally elegant. Holding his chopsticks, every movement while eating was extremely refined. Upon hearing Lila's question, there was a slight pause in Hamish's actions. "How did what go?"

Lila gently bit her lower lip, stammering, "I mean about you divorcing Elisa today."

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt the man's gaze turn cold across from her. Her body was as if doused by a bucket of icy water. Lila couldn't help but shudder, her eyes filled with timidity. Seemingly noticing her fear, Hamish softened his gaze and said, "The divorce is off."

Was it Elisa who called it off or did Hamish not want the divorce? Lila preferred to believe it was the former.

"Hamish, you and Elisa are the real married couple. I'm at most just your mistress. I used to really hate the 'third party', but I never imagined there would be a day I became the kind of person I hate the most, stealing another woman's husband and even her blood."

Hamish didn't like people who were self-pitying. But with Lila, he felt guilty and showed her a rare patience he normally lacked.

"Elisa and I signed an agreement. The blood was given voluntarily by her. You don't need to feel sorry for her."

With a worried expression, Lila asked, "Hamish, if my health improves and I no longer need Elisa's blood, will you divorce her? And does your previous promise to marry me still stand?" Facing these questions, Hamish found he could not answer a single one, or rather, he didn't know how to respond. The emotions he had just suppressed inexplicably rose again.

Having been with him for so many years, Lila could discern Hamish's thoughts with one glance. She concealed the loss in her eyes and spoke words of self-comfort out loud. "Hamish, I just don't want you to be forced into doing something you're unwilling to do because of me."

Hamish abruptly stood up, interrupting her words, "I'm going back to the company to work overtime these next few days, so I won't be coming here."

"Hamish, Hamish-" Before Lila could get up to chase after him, he had already left the dining room.

The door slammed loudly. Her heart quivered. For a moment she didn't know how to react.

In a daze, Lila walked to the window watching the figure downstairs. She kept watching until she could no longer see his shadow, still standing in place.

Why should later generations benefit from earlier generations' labor? She would rather chop the tree down than let Elisa take advantage.

The first thing Hamish did when he

returned to the company was prepare to acquire Powell Group. His assistant Tobias Wilson sent him a record of transfers showing a total of 3 million dollars.

He glanced at the amount and asked, "Did he sign all the documents?"

"Signed," Tobias replied. "Last night we got the Powells drunk. They signed whatever was put in front of them, and even after sobering up they obediently transferred the $3 million over."

Hamish gave a cold laugh. Aside from Elisa, the entire Powell family were fools.

"Take care of them in three days," Hamish said concisely.

"Three days? I'm afraid that's..." Tobias' face fell, clearly hesitant.

Hamish silenced him with a look, leaving Tobias to grasp his meaning on his own. Three days it was, then.

After giving instructions, Hamish

returned to his desk. When looking

at the computer screen, he

habitually put on a pair of blue light glasses to protect his eyes. His fingers moved quickly over the keys, the lenses reflecting white fight.

Tobias quietly left the office, sneaking a glance at Hamish before closing the door. A single word echoed in his mind: scumbag.