The Hospital
Abigail lay in the hospital bed, paralyzed and blind. She couldn’t move her fingers, and even speaking was nearly impossible. She was barely human anymore. She had long grown tired of living, but the only thing keeping her holding on was the thought of her boyfriend.
She hadn’t died simply because of her strong will to recover and reunite with him.
"Everything is forever black... I really regret it! I shouldn’t have been so jealous of her. Thankfully, George asked for me to be moved to his private hospital, otherwise, I would have been bullied to death by the patients in the psychiatric hospital I was admitted to before. I hate my current state. I really wish I could stand up," she thought, desperately trying to move her fingers even a fraction of an inch, but it was impossible.
Just as she was lost in her thoughts, she heard footsteps, followed by the voice she was most familiar with.
"You are truly ruined like this," George said, standing a few meters away from Abigail’s bed. On either side of him stood two women, dressed in highly revealing clothes.
Hearing that familiar voice, Abigail felt overjoyed for the first time since she had been admitted. "Hu... hubby," she struggled to speak, her voice barely audible.
George spat in disgust and wrapped his arms around the women’s waists. "Even when you are half dead, you can still call me hubby. You... are really something," he said, glaring at Abigail with visible disgust in his eyes.
Abigail fell silent. "I... I... just... I... had... an... accident," she tried to explain, but her breathing grew heavier with each word. It felt as if she would drop dead if she forced herself to speak any further. "With you around me I’ll definitely recover" she thought.
The woman on George’s left hissed in disgust. "Baby... I think she’s about to die," she said.
"Baby... why did you bring us here to watch a half dead zombie?" the woman on the right said, clearly finding Abigail repulsive as well.
"Are there other couples here? Did they enter the wrong ward?" Abigail thought, refusing to believe her own terrifying guess.
George snorted coldly. "Dearest babies... this woman laying here is my ex. Let me tell you, she has a very poisonous heart. She even sold her own biological sister to her death. Now she’s like this. Don’t you think this is karma?" he chuckled.
The two women nodded in agreement.
Abigail felt as if her soul was trying to escape through her mouth. Her heart raced wildly, beating so fast that it became extremely painful, yet she could only endure it.
’He... he knows already..." she thought in despair. "Hu... hubby... I... listen to me..." Her voice sounded more like a desperate cry. She couldn’t shed tears, only her broken voice could convey the extreme agony she was experiencing. Every word threatened to claim her life, yet before she could finish her sentence, George cut in.
"So today... we aren’t here to pity her. Instead, we are here to experience a new thrill. I have never tried having sex in a hospital, let alone in front of a patient. Though she can’t see us, she can still hear us, so ladies, don’t hold back!" he laughed loudly.
Abigail’s heart almost jumped out of her chest as a wave of deep humiliation washed over her. "G... George," she stuttered.
"What? Why do you think I had them move you to my family’s private hospital? Of course, it was so I could have some fun. You didn’t actually think there was still hope for you, did you? Haha!" George laughed loudly, stripping the women naked.
"No... no..." Abigail felt a desperate urge to throw herself off the bed to stop George, but all her efforts were in vain.
Soon, she was forced to listen to the unrestrained moans and groans of the two women, mixed with George’s continuous, powerful thrusts and dirty talk.
"Damn, you have such a big ass girl! Ah!"
"Yes! Yes! That feels so good, George!"
"Me too! I want it inside my pussy, please! I’m so wet!"
"I’m coming, baby!"
"Ah!"
"Mhm!"
"Yes! Ah!"
"Yes!"
"Ugh!"
Abigail could hear them shifting into different positions and angles. Even the bed she was lying on wasn’t spared from the violent rocking. Unable to withstand the burning anger and the unbearable pain shattering her heart, she finally fainted.
After a long while, George was finally satisfied. Following his final climax, he took one last glance at the unconscious Abigail and hissed.
"Don’t die just yet, okay? This is just the beginning, I will make sure you experience hell while you’re still alive, daring lay your eyes on my properties you are simply dreaming, by the way I’m coming tomorrow again. Make sure you wake up early, haha!" he laughed. He put his clothes back on, and together with the two women, exited the room.
The Thomas Mansion
Nova passed a slightly dim red-colored jade bracelet to Mrs. Thomas and gave a unique black wristwatch to Mr. Thomas.
"I didn’t really know what to gift you on my first visit, but hubby said I could give you anything. I could only come up with this," she said, smiling innocently.
"You both look just like normal humans. Gifting you a gun would surely scare you, and gifting you poison would definitely give you the wrong idea, so I could only give you a bracelet with an automatic protection system code and a wristwatch that can hold off an attack for five hours," she thought to herself.
"What a sweet girl... you don’t have to be so formal, daughter-in-law. Look, I haven’t even prepared a gift for you yet," Mrs. Thomas commented warmly.
Nova shook her head. "You already gifted me your son," she stated.
"Oh! Look at her! So sweet!" Mrs. Thomas laughed happily. She stared at the bracelet Nova gave her, able to tell at a glance that it wasn’t just any ordinary piece of jewelry.
Raymond, who was sitting beside Nova, felt a surge of happiness. He held her hand and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles.
"Right, let me prepare something good for you to eat," Mrs. Thomas said, standing up immediately and heading toward the kitchen.
Mr. Thomas immediately followed her to offer his help.
Delilah returned, passing a plate of peeled mangoes to Nova, her face slightly flushed. "Sister-in-law, if you ever divorce my brother in the future, can you marry me?" she asked, her face turning even redder.
Raymond frowned instantly, pulling Nova closer to his side. "Well, I’ll have to disappoint you. We will never get a divorce. Besides, you are a girl. Please, don’t corrupt my wife," he scolded.
Nova chuckled, accepting the plate from Delilah. "You can be my best friend," she offered.
Delilah’s expression instantly shifted to pure excitement. "Really?" she asked.
Nova dipped her hand inside her jacket pocket, pulled out a carefully wrapped object, and handed it to Delilah. "Yes. This is a pocket watch as proof of our friendship. If you are ever in danger and your life is at risk, you can activate it. It will serve as protection until I....mhm". Nova pause. "As for how to activate it... as long as you know mathematics, you will naturally understand," she said.
The excitement on Delilah’s face slowly faded. "I... I don’t know mathematics," she murmured.
Nova smiled and lightly patted her shoulder before she started eating the mango.
Delilah looked down at the wrapped pocket watch, a flash of determination burning in her eyes. Sister-in-law expects the best from me... I must prove myself worthy of being her best friend, she thought.