The Shackles of the Lord's Love

Chapter 2 ~ Sneers on the Left

In a hurry two men walked towards the top room of the hospital. "Has he gone mad? The woman had just come to her senses," Austin grumbled but did not stop his steps.

Willy shrugged both of his shoulders. "It's like not knowing how your friend's nature is that one."

Both of them also speed up the pace, riding through the elevator to make it faster.

While inside the ward, Ayla was still staring at Marvel in a daze. How could that man have changed so much like this. And only last night they tied each other through engagement.

But if you look at the body of this man is a little different from Edric. Marvel has a bigger body and a little taller. While the man who was being examined was increasingly showing a hostile look, making Ayla slightly lowered her head in nervousness.

Deg.

The woman's heart was broken when she no longer saw the ring that was last night pinned by the man on her ring finger. "Did he throw it away?" his mind felt tight in his chest. Moreover, the same thing happened to the fiancee, the man did not wear their engagement ring.

"I'll ask you one more time" said Marvel, making Ayla's daydreams fall away. The man sat on the sofa while raising his sharp gaze.

"Tell me honestly, where is Lala!"

"Lala?" ayla muttered while remembering where she had heard this name.

"I knew. I had guessed Brother will definitely not forget me," Ayla replied with a smile.

"Ck, just say it! No need to talk anymore!"

"Mirh ... Lala's here."

Marvel's reflexes circulated his gaze around the corner of the room.

"You're playing me?" when the man returned, there was no one else in the room but the two of them.

"No, Lala is here. I'm Lala." Ayla smiled warmly.

"Huh. You're really testing my patience" the man growled as he got up from his seat. He's gonna kill this woman right now.

"Marvel," call Austin to stop the man's move.

"He just realized. You can't be too hard on her."

"Huf." Marvel again took a rough breath. The man finally sat back down and gave Austin a chance to check on Ayla.

"Hello, I'm Austin. The doctor who's been treating you all along" said Austin with a warm smile. If Ayla did not love Edric, the woman would definitely be instantly hypnotized.

But in fact Ayla just smiled thinly, without answering or responding to the greeting. He already knew this man very well, so why get acquainted again?

Butwait? Called Austin?

"Isn't your name Haven Hall?"

Austin frowned. Haven's? He had never even heard that name before.

"I'm sorry, you're wrong. My name is Austin Lincoln."

"Now, do you remember your full name?" austin asked after seeing Ayla looking confused.

"Alice Lawrence" replied Ayla, who made Marvel widen her eyes.

"How old are you?"

"21 years," Ayla said again as she glanced at Marvel.

What the ****?

Marvel stood up again with a sharp look. Ayla who saw that felt intimidated. The woman quickly turned her eyes back to Austin.

"Then you said I was Haven Hall? Am I your friend?"

Ayla nodded. "Not just you, Malvin is my friend, too" Ayla replied as she turned to Willy, who was standing by Marvel's side.

"Malvin?"

"Hmm, he's Malvin. And the one next to him is Edric Nelson, my fiance."

"You!"

"Sir, we better get out first. Let the Austin doctor handle it, "guess Willy as he pulls Marvel's muscular arm. Both of them came out with Marvel faces like they were going to eat people.

After a while Austin came out. "He was lying" Marvel said before Austin opened his mouth.

"Listen to me first! After talking to him for a while. The woman did not remember herself at all. For a while I concluded that he was traumatized so that he threw away his painful original memory and replaced it with a new one in the form of his own fantasy."

Torturing without pause until you open your mouth.

"Sir, isn't it good that Miss Ayla lost her memory? That way he won't unmask the Master in the presence of the great madam. Especially if Miss Ayla dies, then the madam will ask you again to marry Miss Sierra," Willy said quickly, only by brainwashing Marvel, he can stop the madness of the master.

And yes, it worked. Slowly the smile of the man disappeared, the face was back as flat as ever.

But a second later the smirk reappeared. "This is a sly smile," Willy said.

Yes, Willy has memorized two types of grin the master. If the grin on the corner of the right lip then it is a psycho smile, the man will apply to the point, cruel and immediately execute.

While if the smirk is in the corner of the left lip then it is a sneaky smile. The man will be the pestle that gnaws at his host until the host is unable to hold back again and ends up dead.

"I should have realized, however I persuaded the result would still be the same even in a different way."

Willy sighed harshly, looking at Austin to help him speak.

"I'll keep bringing him back" Marvel said briefly. According to him, the more he spoke, the more objections he received.

"He can't go home yet, I still have to do a thorough examination to be sure that the situation is fine. I'll just give you permission to return."

"With or without your permission. I can get him in and out of here at will."

"But ...."

"Do you want to get fired?" ask Marvel with a threatening look.

"alright. I always lose."

"Good, that way your position will always be safe." Marvel ruffled Austin's hair of origin, pissing the man off to death.

That afternoon Ayla was brought home by Marvel.

"Don't be rash, I don't want to see your regrets later" Austin said before Marvel left. Ayla is in a wheelchair driven by Willy.

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Traveling for 20 minutes, they finally arrived at a simple house whose scenery was still beautiful. Small but looks comfortable.

"You go home!" tell Marvel to the assistant.

"But, Sir." Willy immediately gulped his hard-earned saliva when given the eagle's gaze by the master. Without answering any more, the man walked away without taking Marvel's car.

While Marvel went straight without caring for Ayla. "Follow me!"

Women whose hands are still attached to the infusion can only rotate the wheelchair with difficulty because they have to hold the pole that hangs the infusion fluid.

"Ck, it's slow. Like a turtle."

The man came back and pushed Ayla's wheelchair tightly without a care of the infusion in the woman's hand being pulled and forcibly released. "Auuw," cried Ayla then grimaced in pain. A moment of fresh blood flowed on the back of his hand.

"illness?" Ayla nodded. The man then published his left grin.

"If I still don't confess, I'll keep treating you like this."

"A-I have absolutely no idea about the necklace," lirih Ayla with teary eyes.

"Haha, okay. You don't know anything, do you?" Ayla nodded.

"Then I'll let you know whatever it is. Now awake! Don't be lazy and sit there like a queen. I think only your brain is damaged, right? Or are you paralyzed too?"

Hearing that Ayla felt unacceptable, the woman slowly rose from her wheelchair with her arms resting on her two hands. "Sst." Ayla grimaced as she felt a tremendous pain on the back of her hand, but it did not make her waver.

And succeeding, the woman managed to stand up. He smiled triumphantly, but a second later he had to fall down because his legs were still too weak to support his weight.

"Ck, tsk, tsk. Weak, useless" Marvel's circus laughed cynically.

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Tbc.

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