Chapter 486


    Chapter 486


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    As had expected, Hell was brimming with resentment


    The doorbell was still ringing, bing increongly inset you need t answer the door


    “You’re back!” I was taken aback at the sight of pose. Not be working the night onfe Why was he back


    at this hour?


    Russel grabbed my shoulders, scanning me from top to bottom, his voice filled with concern. “Are you


    hurt? I heard there was a break-in and someone for so I rushed home.”


    His eyes then fell on the bloodied yard, ringly visible under themplight. As a coster Russel was


    particrly sensitive to such scenes, and his face drained of color


    Neil stepped out, locking gazes with Pussel from a few feet away, Sacs seret fy between them. The


    tension was palpable even in their silence


    But if it wasn’t for Russel’s timely arrival, I wouldn’t know what else this lunatic Nell might have done.


    His words were spot on: someone like him might be better off gone for good for me


    Within 24 hours, Russel had encountered Neill at my ce twice. No doubt his fastation was at boiling


    point.


    Even the mostposed individuals would have trouble tolerating such repeated incidents.


    Russel’s eyes were like shards of ice, but he didn’t utter a word. His silence made me uneasy, I


    couldn’t exin the situation, so I simply said, ‘A fugitive broke into the house Neil saved me. I was just


    tending to his wound.”


    “Is it as simple as that?” Neil chimed in, his tone suggestive and challenging.


    I shot Neil a re, but he simply smirked back at me, unfazed. His wounded lip, bitten by me, bore a


    few dark red marks that made him look all the more devilishly charming.


    Any average person would have lost their cool, sparking an argument. But this time, Russel didn’t


    react. He simply walked over, put an arm around me, and calmly said to Neil, “Thanks for protecting my


    wife. If you’re avable, we’d like to invite you to dinner as a token of our gratitude.”


    Russel’s words took me by surprise. What was going on?


    The smile on Neil’s face faded slightly. He shot me a meaningful nce before letting out a cold,


    dismissiveugh. “Sure.”


    “Now you can leave. I need to handle the situation here.” Russel smiled politely, treating


    Neil like aplete stranger, despite their previous close friendship,


    “You let your ‘wife fall into danger again and again, Russel. What good are you?” Nel spat out bitterly


    before leaving.


    Russel’s face turned ashen. He always med himself for not taking good care of me, and Neil’s words


    were a p in his face.


    The yard fell back into silence, leaving only the heavy stench of blood and the two of us. Before I could


    say anything, Russel had already started cleaning the bloody mess.


    It waste at night, and after a night of shocks and distress, I was exhausted, Seeing Russel cleaning


    up, I felt obligated to help.


    “You should rest,” Russel told me. He was on his knees, scrubbing the bloodstains from the ground.


    The yard was dimly lit, and the smell of blood attracted swarms of mosquitoes. I was ufortable,


    but Russel seemed unfazed.


    “I’ll help you,” I said, squatting next to him to help clean the blood-stained ground. The nauseating


    feeling was overwhelming.


    Russel didn’t respond. He worked efficiently and silently. We cleaned for about an hour before the yard


    was somewhat presentable.


    I was soaked in sweat, and so was Russel. Sweat beads dotted his smooth forehead and even his


    eyshes seemed damp, gleaming under the light.


    “Every time you’re in danger, I’m always a step behind Neil. It’s my fault’ Russel finally broke the


    silence, his voiceced with self-reproach.


    “No, no, no, Russel, it’s not your fault. You’re not obligated to protect me. You’ve done enough by


    pretending to be the father of my children,” I quickly countered.


    “You know I want to be more than just their pretend father. I want to truly love them as my own,” Russel


    stood up, his gaze intense as he looked at me.


    His stubbornness was something I had experienced before, only then, his obsession had been Bonnie.


    I was too tired to argue and said, “I’m going to take a shower. You should head back to the hospital.


    Don’t worry about me.”


    I turned and went inside. As soon as I entered the living room, I heard the front door open and close.


    Russel had left.


    I paused, feeling hollow, and then took a shower before going to bed.


    Norah returned the next day and was guilt-ridden when she learned about what had happened. She


    broke down in tears.


    “Ms. Finch, I’m sorry. If I hadn’t taken the day off, you wouldn’t have been in danger!” Norah said


    remorsefully.


    “It’s not your fault, Norah. No one knew a murderer would break into my house. We just need to be


    more cautious in the future,” I reassured her. I wouldn’t me Norah for this. It wasn’t her fault,


    especially since she warned me.


    Norah wiped her tears and quickly said, “Ms. Finch, I’ll go get some groceries. I’ll cook you something


    nutritious. Dr. Russel said you’ve lost weight and that I’m not taking good care of you!”


    Before I could respond, Norah was out the door, off to get groceries.


    I had been wearing myself thin recently, not getting enough rest. I had lost some weight and was


    starting to look like a scarecrow. Sometimes I caught my reflection and thought a gust of wind could


    knock me over.


    “Serena, Brandon,e on, let’s go get some sunshine!”


    It was about eight in the morning and the sun was gentle. It was good for babies to get some sunlight. It


    helped with their calcium absorption.


    The two little ones were oblivious to what happenedst night. They were happily basking in the sun,


    babbling away in their babynguage.


    But the peaceful moment was interrupted when the doorbell rang.