Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Nico was so upset that the doctor Savanna called gave him a sedative and Nico fell asleep.

Savanna accompanied the doctor and asked, “Doctor, what’s wrong with my brother, he’s not suffering from intermittent memory loss due to overstimulation, is he?”

It’s also scary that he doesn’t even remember if he’s in school or has graduated.

The doctor said, “Miss. Savanna is too worried, Mr. Nico doesn’t have intermittent amnesia, it’s just that …. Mr. Nico is overstimulated at the moment and has chosen to close himself off from the outside environment in a situation where his ego is psychologically traumatized. In other words, Mr. Nico may be in a depressed mood right now and will not pay much attention to people and things in the outside world, thus causing a trance, but he will recover in time.”

Savanna understood and nodded, “Miss Micaela just died and it is normal for my brother to be so affected, even I feel depressed, let alone my brother.”

“Miss. Savanna, send him here, and if Mr. Nico has any further movement, call me. Also, send someone to spend more time with Mr. Nico these days, preferably a family member, so he doesn’t become persistently depressed and easily fall into a deadly cycle of self-imposed depression.”

“Okay, I’m not going anywhere for a while, I’ll stay with my brother.”

When Savanna heard the words autism and depression, she felt strange and scared.

Once upon a time, how could someone so loose and uninhibited be associated with words as somber as self-absorbed and depressed?

Nico had slept for three or four hours and was still awake.

Savanna lay beside him and dozed off on the edge of the bed as well.

Outside the villa, a deafening noise could be heard.

Savanna woke with a frown and looked out the window.

Outside the door, stood Pastora, and a strange man.

Savanna looked back at Nico, who was sleeping peacefully in bed, and cautiously left the bedroom and ran out into the courtyard.

“Senorita. Pastora, what brings you here?”

Pastora shouted, “Savanna, even if Nico is your brother, today I must get justice for Micaela! Nico had Micaela killed, he must give an explanation to us, Micaela’s good friends!

Savanna said with difficulty, “But Miss Pastora, my brother is sick now and the doctor has sedated him so he can sleep, so if you want justice, let it be in a few days, my brother is more affected than anyone else by Miss Micaela’s accident.”

“Savanna, this is not something you should interfere in, lest we get into a conflict. after what happened with Micaela, Nico has to give us an explanation now!”

That said, Dario and Pastora were about to burst into the villa’s courtyard.

Savanna was about to stop, but a tired, haggard, gravelly male voice had already sounded in the courtyard, the voice had no emotion, it was cold and indifferent, “Let them in.”NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Savanna turned her head to look, “Brother, are you awake?”

Nico slept drowsily for more than four hours on tranquilizers, exhausted, as if sadness and pain were far away, but as if something was draining his whole spirit and soul, without crying, without laughing, without feeling joy or sorrow, like a hollow puppet.

Dario grabbed Nico by the collar of his shirt and punched him in the face, Dario’s eyes red and fierce: “Nico! How could you do that to her? Even if she was at fault in the marriage, you could have divorced her if you didn’t like her! But why did you imprison her and intimidate her by any means?”

Dario punched Nico, who stood there, scowling slightly, letting Dario hit him, his body unresisting, unhappy and calm, as if he had escaped the great whirlwind of grief over the loss of Micaela, but also as if it was never going to get better.

Dario grabbed Nico’s neck and forced him against the wall, looking at Nico wide-eyed, gritting his teeth, “Nico, are you satisfied now, you’ve brought Micaela to the brink of death, one step at a time!

Bang!

Another vicious blow.

Savanna stepped up and said, “Enough! My brother is already suffering, what more do you want? But Miss Micaela is dead, what’s the point of hitting him like that? Instead, you should be thinking about how to take care of Miss Micaela’s business.”

Nico’s gaze, a little lethargic, slowly returned as he stubbornly muttered, “Micaela is not dead, I forbid anyone to arrange her afterlife, she’s not dead, she’s not dead …”.

Pastora looked angrily at Nico and shouted, “Nico, Micaela is dead! Why do you have to act as if you loved Micaela now, when she was alive? You raped her in marriage, locked her in that cold little garret and subjected her to cold violence! She cried and told me that you didn’t mean it, that you were so disappointed in her. She loved you so much, but you, what did you give her in return? You drove her to death.”

Nico shook his head uncomprehendingly, “That’s not true, Micaela is not dead, she said she would wait for me to come home, that she would marry me, how could she be dead, how could she be dead?”

“It was you who drove Micaela to death!” accused Pastora, word for word.

Nico looked up as a myriad of angry faces and voices appeared around him.

Either recognizable voices, or unfamiliar ones.

But they were accusing him at the same time, from beginning to end, with a single word -.

“It was you! The one who drove Micaela to her death!”

Those angry, unbearable voices echoed in his ears like nightmares, reminding him again and again that he, Nico, was guilty of so many things and that his hands were stained with the blood of the people he loved.

Now he lives as a yoke, as atonement for his sins.

Pastora saw Nico turn around and enter the house at a weary pace, his face lost in thought, like a shell of a soul that had been drained from him.

But Pastora kept shouting, “Nico, Micaela’s other life, it has to be done! And it has to be done in style! Otherwise, we’ll settle accounts with you!”

Nico, however, turned a deaf ear.

…

After Pastora and Dario left Luna Bay, Pastora asked worriedly, “After all the fuss we’ve made today, we’ve threatened Nico that he has to give Micaela an afterlife, won’t Nico really do it?”

Dario mused, “I’m not sure, but I hope Nico won’t make a fuss at Micaela’s funeral, as we hope. However…”

Dario paused and frowned, “If Nico really loved Micaela as much as you say, he wouldn’t have arranged a funeral, or even kept the news of Micaela’s death a secret. If he had arranged Micaela’s funeral with great fanfare and relied on a funeral to pretend that he was deeply in love with his late wife, then he really didn’t love Micaela and didn’t deserve Micaela’s love.”

“I hope Nico can keep the news of Micaela’s death a secret, Dario, I did think very little of you when you left without saying goodbye, but now you have done Micaela a great favor, and now, with your help, Micaela has managed to avoid all Nico’s flights and attention in the UK, thanks to you. Dario, thank you very much.”

Dario nodded slightly and said, “It is what I must do.”

Dario smiled and sighed, “They say things are unpredictable. At first I thought that when Micaela married Nico, we would never see each other again in this life. But I never thought that fate would be kind to me and push her to my side once again. If I don’t cherish her this time, I will be ashamed of the gift God gave me.”