You Can Run But You Can't Hide My Contractual Wife novel Chapter 412

“Arabella, why are you crying? Where are you? I’m going there now!” Damien worriedly sounded over the phone.

His tone was a little agitated.

Obviously, he didn’t like Arabella’s cry.

“S Medical. Please come and pick me up.” Dispirited, Arabella sounded.

She was pleading to Damien in a hurry like she didn’t want to stay in the hospital any longer.

Who wanted to when all she could feel was sadness?

Arabella felt she had to start again from scratch.

She had nowhere to go and no one but Damien.

Arabella was very thankful that she had Damien always by her side even though she was not that considerate friend to him all the time. The reason was clear, she didn’t want him to misunderstand her.

She didn’t want to give him hope too that their relationship would go more than friends.

Just like before, she just hurt Damien but the good thing, he had Lira now.

Arabella was happy with Lira and Damien and she was very happy that Lira took care of Damien.

She was very hopeful that someday, Damien would see Lira as the woman he wanted to marry and live with forever.

She was hoping deeply in her heart that Damien would no longer be interested in her as she could only see Damien as a friend.

She tried it before but it didn’t work.

It was just unfair for Damien to continue loving her when she only saw him as a good friend and nothing else.

Now that she felt very down, it was only Damien who she could call and disturb.

“I’m coming.” As expected, Damien would not fail her.

He was always available for her.

He was always there for her even before.

Without Damien, she didn’t know if she did survive her past life abroad.

With Damien’s help and support, she raised Adam better.

That was why Arabella was always thankful for Damien.

When the call was over, Arabella wiped her tears and fixed herself.

She wanted to stop crying but her stubborn tears would not allow her.

All she just wanted to do now was to get out of the place.

She didn’t want another visit anymore and she didn’t want to see Bill and Trishia again.

When she agreed to them, she meant it even though her heart was bleeding tremendously.

For Arabella, since Trishia loved so much that she could kneel in front of her and beg, there was no doubt, she would take care of Bill for the rest of his life.

If Trishia loved Bill so much, she would not harm him anymore.

Thinking about this, Arabella felt all her worries about Bill’s condition fade away.

She felt great relief in her mind though her heart seemed no plan to stop crying.

Then he heaved a sigh as her mind was already thinking about how to move on.

She had to be very busy to avert her mind and not feel sad all the time.

She had to work to sustain her living and though she was separated from Adam, she still wanted to give something special to her son as a form of a gift, and of course, she would bring Adam to the park or a nice restaurant or maybe they could watch a movie together.

Arabella had everything planned in her mind for Adam at least Bill had given her this chance.

She would no longer feel so deprived of her son.

She missed Adam so much and she could no longer wait to see him again.

She was sure Adam missed her so much too.

If she was not mistaken, Bill agreed to her because of Adam’s request because it was shocking for Bill to agree to her that quickly.

Well, whatever it is, the good thing was she could see her son, Adam once a month and that was more than good enough for her at this moment.

She swore she would not hinder Bill’s personal life anymore as long as she could see Adam.

As parents maybe they had grown mature.

Even though they were not living together and already had different lives, they still had to share the child. Arabella was thankful that Bill seemed to improve his decision-making skill.

It seemed that he knew now how to be considerate.

He seemed to be more mature about how to raise Adam and that gave Arabella great relief.

Meanwhile, Greta was brought into the prison.

She was no remorse on her face.

Though, Trishia killed herself, the fact that she bathed her own blood made her fulfill her revenge.

“Boss, I’m sorry, I failed you.” Greta sounded disappointed over the phone.

“No need for that. How are you there?” Mark was on the other line.

“Well, I’m good here. It’s just that, my food is very limited. Boss, it’s not good for me to look sexy.” Greta had still an appetite to chuckle at her own joke.

Mark was just silent on the other line.

He seemed to be caught in his deep thinking or he was thinking about how to help and get Greta out.

“What happened there?” Mark suddenly asked in a serious tone.

“Boss, that b*tch! She stabbed her own self.” Greta couldn’t still believe Trishia’s deathly guts earlier.

“Huh!!! That woman…” Mark could only utter. “And Arabella?” He added with a tone filled with curiosity.

“I didn’t get the whole thing but I saw her unconscious and was put inside the ambulance too. There must be something that happened inside Bill’s office.” Greta spilled in detail.

“Hmmm…” Mark hummed only. He was thinking deeply like he was playing a game of chess and keenly thinking of his next move.

“By the way, boss, tomorrow is your brother’s wedding. Are you gonna be there? I am sure your brother would not invite you though.” Greta reminded and commented harshly.

“I don’t an invitation to go.” Mark quickly refuted.

“Plus, all the media was there. Maybe it was time to tell the whole world about your existence, Boss.” Greta sounded excited.

“Hmmm…: Mark just hummed. He was still thinking about his next move like all his moves were all for the win.

Careful and sure.

“We will see, Greta. We will see… but first, let us get you out there.” Mark said firmly as his eyes bore into the white plain wall in front of him as his memory brought him back to where he met Greta.

When he went away from the mansion, he lived in the street.

Since he was thin and small, he was always bullied by a gang of street kids until a fat girl stood up for him.

At first, living in the street was not easy for him. It didn’t suit his fragile body.

He got sick without no place to stay only in the street.

At that time, he never wanted to be healed because all he wanted was to see his mother.

He wanted to end all his suffering.

Even if he died in the street, no one would find him because the only person who truly cared for him had already left him.

With no family, no shelter, and food. The poor Mark lived in the street and when it was raining, he took shelter inside a public huge trash bin.

“Don’t touch him or I’m gonna slash your neck!” Greta shouted angrily to the boy who wanted to snatch the bun he just stole from a leftover in a dining place.

Seeing Greta was holding a sharp knife, the boy quickly released him and ran off without saying a word.

Mark looked at Greta who was just a little older than him by 3 years or more but her physique was sturdy unlike him.

He was stunned.

Who was going to be his visitor when he had nobody?

No one would take an effort to find him aside from his mother.

“Greta?” Mark’s eyes widened seeing Greta once again.

“I came because I heard,” Greta announced plainly. “How are you?” She added.

“Not good…” Mark answered along with his cough.

It was a terrible place for him.

He would rather choose the dirty street than a prison.

"Boy, you are in big trouble." Greta reminded him.

Mark didn't say anything.

He knew that.

"You better get out of here. And start a new life outside. You know, enjoy life away from the chaos and everything in the street." Greta said to him.

Unexpectedly, he couldn't believe he could hear this coming from Greta.

Her expression was real like she was doing it right now.

All he could see was Greta trying to hope and dream to have a good life someday.

"What for? Who for? I don't have anyone." Mark disobediently questioned with a gloomy tone.

"For yourself boy. For yourself." Greta answered firmly.

Mark just heaved a heavy breath.

He was still in disbelief that these words came out from Greta.

Before she said goodbye to him, she got out something of her pocket.

"Here..." Greta sounded. "Just in case you will get hungry." She added handing him a bun wrapped in a thin plastic.

After that, Mark hoped for Greta's well-being.

He hoped for her success in what life she had chosen.

Every day, Mark's sickness worsened.

He just thought of dying as he could not see his future anymore.

He had no future anymore as Greta had said.

He was alone and hopeless.

He would die a boy, alone and inside the prison.

The next morning when he woke up, Mark's eyes were greeted by a familiar wall.

He knew it was in his room in the mansion.

The mansion that he hated the most.

At first, he thought, he was just dreaming but then he realized that everything was real.

He saw medical machines beside him and he was having medical treatment inside her room.

Then Mr. Hendrick came and greeted him.

"Young Master, you have a visitor." The old butler sounded like nothing had happened.

"Greta?" He asked like he could not think of anyone who would visit him aside from her.

"Mr. Bill Sky is here, young master." Mr. Hendrick then announced with emphasis like he was announcing a king's arrival.