Husband In Second Life
The Part 73
"Sister. hyks. I beg.."
Natha was not bothered by the views of the people around, she looked calm and indifferent.
Nhita is getting dramatic. Woeful tears flowed more and more, her being in a wheelchair looked sickly, fragile and weak, "I am alone, Brother. Please.only brother can I ask for help, I have no one else. My father really went somewhere, my last hope, my mother was caught by those people. Please, sister, release my mother.."
Everyone who was watching really felt sympathetic towards her, but seeing Natha's inertness and indifferent face, they increasingly frowned dislikeingly.
Natha rolled her eyes puffed. Then he said flatly, "I can't just haphazardly take your mother out. I also have no right to release him. With a knife, your mother had a vile intention to harm my husband and had long had a sinister plan that could even kill him, and then you easily asked me to release your mother? Don't make jokes, if I don't prevent the knife, no one knows what's going to happen next. After all, if I release your mother from prison, she'll still be taken to a mental institution."
The faces of the people around him changed. They feel awkward themselves because they had a bad prejudice to Natha. Hearing the whole story, they immediately understood.
Nhita had stopped crying even when Natha had just said a few words. But after hearing her last sentence, Nhita was flabbergasted with an expression of disbelief, "... Wh-what? Ji-wa's hospital?"
Nhita does not know. When he heard the news of his mother going to prison, he immediately went alone and went on a rampage to free his mother. But he was desperate when everyone there no one listened to him and ignored him, instead they chased him away loudly. Nhita recklessly slashed her wrist with the fruit knife that happened to be beside her back then, the few policemen there instantly panicked, however it was very troublesome if anyone died in their place, Nhita was immediately prevented by the police nearby and he immediately fainted. Some people took him to the hospital. He was treated for a long time because his suicide almost succeeded. If no one takes him to the hospital, a few hours later his life will be lost.
A week on treatment, Nhita felt depressed, stressed and frustrated. The rest of the money was spent on hospital pay, he had not seen his mother back in prison, the wound had not healed. Nhita also did not know that her mother was crazy, certainly very surprised when hearing directly from Natha.
Seeing her surprised reaction, Natha was sure Nhita had not known about it. So he told her lightly, "Your mother is crazy."
Nhita shook her head in panic, her brain was blank instantly, her eyes filled with disbelief, "Ti-dak! It can't be!"
"No way! My mother can't be crazy!!"
Her despairing eyes gradually sharpened as she turned to Natha, "You must have lied to me! You lied! You just fucked me!"
Natha looked at him calmly.
As Nhita grew more and more infatuated, she pointed at Natha with her index finger and roared, "No way! My mom's not crazy! Let go of my mother, jal*ng!"
The one who cried bitterly a while ago seemed not to be Nhita. Now his face was hideous with sharp eyes as well as glaring. Of course, the change made those who were still paying attention feel shocked and shook their heads.
But Natha was still relaxed, "If you don't believe me, just look directly at where your mother is. If it's not wrong, your mother's madness is getting worse, so the police sent your mother to a mental institution two days ago. You can go there to accompany your mother if you feel alone."
Nhita's face flushed with anger. Hatred was burning in his eyes like blazing flames. As the bodyguard and Natha let their guard down and did not notice him, Nhita pulled out a knife in her sleeve. He was crazy with his mother. He had planned it if Natha had refused to release her mother, but he could still have restrained himself. He carried the knife because there was nowhere to store it and did not throw it away.
But unexpectedly, her mother is crazy and Natha makes her very angry. He had no purpose anymore and his life was gray. Maybe by hurting Natha, her hatred will be stifled? I don't know.
To be sure, Nhita immediately raised her hand to throw the knife at Natha who was two meters away from her.
Natha's bodyguards that each surrounded the two at the side, were further apart. Nhita's movements were too sudden and nimble. They had no time to react and prevent.
Meanwhile, Natha's eyes puffed up as her eyes caught the scene of Nhita being ready to throw the medium-sized knife at her. As Nhita swung her hand, Natha immediately closed her eyes preparing for the pain to come.
"DIE YOU, NATHA!"
Wusshs
"Aah!"
Along with Nhita's hateful screams, the sound of a swinging knife flew, and Nitha's screams. Natha did not pay much attention and hear, but Natha immediately felt pain from slashed on her cheek. Unexpectedly, Natha thought the knife would stab the face, and other body parts. Which must be worse. Because their distance is very close. But just cheeks?
Bruk!
When she heard that voice, Natha opened her eyes wide. He was surprised to find Nhita who had fallen down from a wheelchair with her face kissing the ground. Most surprising was Abyan who was standing near Nhita who was still in her position. His face looked sinister, his eyes as if they could freeze anyone he looked at, extremely cold and gloomy. The anger in her eyes was not hidden when she looked at Nhita under her feet.
During knowing Abyan, the man was always gentle in front of him, he said subtly, his treatment was pampering, his eyes were always warm, he was always treated carefully as if taking care of fragile objects. Natha never saw him angry. After all, Abyan always refrained from getting angry, nor did he always upset her, so the sight of Abyan blazing with rage at this moment greatly shocked Natha.
As soon as Abyan raised her head looking at Natha, there was relief in her expression as Natha was fine, yet it was not long, as her face was more angry than before. Natha guessed, Abyan looked at her sore cheek. The man's face grew darker, colder and flushed all the way to the neck.
With blue veins protruding at the temples of his neck and arms. Unexpectedly, Abyan leaned over, slapped Nhita hard and reached out to grab her hair.
"DON'T HURT MY WIFE, DAMN IT!"
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