Uncle Olsenâs face was etched with urgency as he rushed upstairs to the hospital room without pause.
Mrs. Olsen never asked for his help.
The last time she did, it was because her daughter was
in trouble.
And now she was asking for help again⦠something must have gone wrong again!
He had been frequently sending her messages and calling her, but Mrs. Olsen hadnât replied oranswered. Was the killer who murdered Keira back to kill her
too?
This thought accelerated Uncle Olsenâs pace even
more.
He pushed open the doors to the hospital room with both hands and just as he was about to enter, hesaw Taylor blocking the doorway.
Uncle Olsen stopped in his tracks.
Taylor slowly said, âSam, what brings you here?â
Uncle Olsen asked anxiously âWhere is Mrs. Olsen?â
Taylor coughed before responding, âSheâs taking
shower.ânovelbin
Uncle Olsen was taken aback.
Taylor then showed an embarrassed expression.
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âShirley has been sick for a long time and hasnât bathed in days. She just woke up and is now taking ashower. Itâs not convenient for you to enterâ¦â
Uncle Olsenâs gaze fell upon the VIP roomâs bathroom.
Through a frosted glass door, the sound of running water could faintly be heard.
He couldnât see inside the bathroom.
Mrs. Olsen, in disarray, had her hospital gown torn to
shreds. Her mouth was stuffed, and her wrists and
ankles were bound, making it impossible for her to
move.
Hot water poured down, soaking her entire body.
She tried to emit faint cries for help, but they were drowned out by the sound of the water.
Outside, Uncle Olsen hastily withdrew his gaze, but
something felt off. âShe just sent me a message asking
for my help.â
Taylor nodded. âRight, we sent the message to you together.â
He pointed outside.
Uncle Olsen took a step back.
After Taylor stepped out and closed the door, he looked straight at Uncle Olsen. âYou and Shirley hadagreed to never see each other again. The last meeting was already a violation of that agreement.Shirley has just lost her daughter, and sheâs not in a good state of mind. She asked me to tell you, canyou please go back to Clance immediately and never come to Oceanion again?â
Uncle Olsen was stunned by these words.
He instinctively looked toward the hospital room
again.
Taylor, however, blocked his way once more, âSam, this is her only wish and request now. She hopesyou wonât stay to revel in her misery.â
Uncle Olsen clenched his jaw tight, gripping his fists.
Taylor continued. âYou just promised her that you
would agree to any request. Sam, are you going back on your word?â
Uncle Olsen immediately looked at him. âYou saw the messages between me and Mrs. Olsen?â
Taylor said, âIâve been married to her for 22 years, and our relationship is deep-seated. We have nosecrets
1. Sam, please donât disturb our lives.â
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onât disturb her life.
sindeed always Mrs. Olsenâs request of him.
than 22 years.
knew she was in Oceanion yet never set foot here, earing it would make her uncomfortableâ¦
Even to know if she was doing well, he had to ask
Lewis to check for him.
Olsen felt Mrs. Olsen was truly heartlessâ¦
she had always been this way.
e hadnât changed.
hinking of this, Uncle Olsen took two steps back and
forced a bitter smile, his voice tinged with a hint of
loss. âAlright, Iâll leave this place. If Mrs. Olsen needs any further assistance, feel free to ask.â
Taylor nodded. âThank you, Sam, for your care. Now that Keira has met with misfortune, Shirley is
extremely worn out. As long as you donât come to
disturb her peaceful life again, my wife and I will be
satisfiedâ¦â
My wifeâ¦.
Uncle Olsen felt as if an arrow had pierced through his heart once more.
He managed a faint smile, nodded, and turned to leave.
Watching him leave, Taylor revealed a meaningful smile. Only then did he go back inside, locking the
door behind him.
Next, he walked to the bathroom door, pushed it open, and turned off the tap. He took a bath towelfrom the side, and began drying Mrs. Olsenâs hair.
âShirley, make sure youâre dried off thoroughly. Donât catch a coldâ¦â
His voice was as gentle as it had always been, yet Mrs.
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Olsen shivered intensely!
Taylor carried her out of the bathroom and then placed her on the hospital bed, removing her dampnightgown and tossing it into the nearby trash can.
After drying her off with a bath towel, he noticed the startling whip marks on the pristine skin of Mrs.Olsenâs back.
He immediately took out the ointment and gently started to apply it on her.
He said tenderly, âShirley, does it hurt? Let me blow on it, and it wonât hurt anymoreâ¦â
Mrs. Olsen closed her eyes in pain, and the cloth that
had been in her mouth was removed. She asked in a
low voice, âTaylor, why donât you just kill me.â
âHow could I bear to kill you when I love you so much! Shirley, everything I do is to prevent you fromleaving
meâ¦â
Taylor meticulously treated the wounds on her back and then took out her regular clothes. âShirley, Iâmtaking you home. Itâs inconvenient here at the hospital with so many people aroundâ¦â
Mrs. Olsenâs eyes suddenly lit up.
If she could leave the wardâ¦
Just as she thought about this, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her arm!
Mrs. Olsen turned her head and saw a syringe there, then felt her body go limp and fell into Taylorâs
embrace.
âWhat have you⦠done to meâ¦â
Her tongue felt heavy, too weak to force the words
out.
Taylor smiled. âShirley, this is a muscle relaxant. Itâll help you relax so you can be a good girl and listento
meâ¦â
Mrs. Olsenâs pupils constricted.
She watched helplessly as he dressed her like a puppet on strings and then picked her up and strodeout of the room.
A nurse saw them and immediately asked, âMr. Olsen, whatâs wrong?â
Taylor sighed. âShirley just woke up and said she
wanted to go home. She doesnât want to stay here, so Iâm taking her backâ¦â
The nurse nodded. âMr. Olsen, your love for Mrs. Olsen is so deep. Mrs. Olsen, you should cheer up. Ifsomething were to happen to you, what would Mr. Olsen do? You have no idea, last time when youfainted and almost didnât wake up, Mr. Olsen stayed by your side without eating or drinking. Je movedeveryone in the hospital!â
After that, she looked at Taylor. âMr. Olsen, you must also take care of yourself.â
Taylor nodded gently. âDonât worry, I wonât be so foolish. I need to take care of Shirley, so we can growold togetherâ¦â
Listening to these words, Mrs. Olsen suddenly understood something.
The feelings Taylor had for her over the years might be real, and that was why he managed to deceive
everyone so well!
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He didnât only fool the outsiders, but even she had failed to see through the darkness in his heart!
So how could anyone suspect that he was the
murderer of Keira?
All he could do was watch in dismay as Taylor carried
her downstairs and into the car.
Nobody noticed, but in the parking lot, Uncle Olsen
frowned as he watched them leave.
After a while, Uncle Olsen opened WhatsApp and found his young friend. âLittle friend, somethingdoesnât feel right about Mrs. Olsen! Can you please pay her another visit?â
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