Bind you in hellbound
Chapter 145: ~Hellbound~

Chapter 145: ~Hellbound~

"What’s the matter, Mom?" Paul arched his head and smirked, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

In response, William decided it was time to reveal the truth that had been hidden for far too long. He spoke abruptly, with a sense of determination. "Paul, I’m your father."

As Anne tried to regain her composure, a series of coughs wracked her body, her hurried approach to William.

"Derek!"

Anne, however, remained cautious in her assessment of the situation. "I don’t believe it’s that serious, Paul," she offered, trying to downplay the severity of the situation.

Paul’s thoughts raced as he absorbed the news.

Paul’s reaction to Anne’s statement was fierce and unyielding. "Not serious?" His disbelief and frustration were apparent, his protective instincts for his daughter flaring.

"Ah..."

Anne’s anger flared at Pom’s defiance, and her response was sharp and dismissive. "You? You have no right to speak to me in such a manner," she exclaimed, her frustration evident.

Anne’s gaze fixed on William, as if seeking some assurance in this fraught moment. She attempted to speak in a hushed tone, trying to reason with Paul. However, her efforts were met with an explosion of anger from her son.

"Yes. When she returns, I’ll tell her," she declared, ending the call and assuming control over the situation.

Derek, his patience clearly tested, hissed fiercely at Lucy.

Paul’s response remained remarkably calm, his voice steady as he addressed his mother. "Why are you yelling at me, Mom? My ear is going to bleed," he retorted, his tone tinged with sarcasm.

Anne could only offer an honest response. "How do I know? She didn’t inform me."

"It’s me, by the way. Where is Elena?" Anne inquired, her voice reflecting both anxiety and urgency.

Pom’s response was curt and matter-of-fact.

Anne, her patience worn thin, couldn’t help but shout, "Paul!"

William, who had observed the tension between Anne and Paul, interjected when he noticed Paul again became angry.

Pom responded, revealing the information Anne sought. "Ma’am and sir went to the hospital."

Lucy, undeterred by Elena’s intervention, continued to taunt Derek. "Hmm, Elena is also aware that you are stupid," she remarked, clearly enjoying the exchange.

Anne’s fierce glare couldn’t deter Paul from his amusement, and the atmosphere in the room remained charged with unspoken emotions strained and fragile.

Elena, sensing the growing tension and eager to diffuse the situation, interjected, "OK, OK, don’t fight," attempting to mediate the brewing conflict.

"Call your daughter-in-law and tell her to come meet her father," Paul instructed, his anger and frustration palpable.

"Oh, my goodness. I’m overjoyed today. My mother and father are standing right in front of me. My life is perfect."

I’ll go every day to see how you’re doing," she assured Elena, her words filled with a genuine desire to provide support.

Pom, however, was resolute in her stance, refusing to bow to Anne’s demands. "I’m not working for you, so don’t give me orders," she retorted, her voice tinged with defiance.

**

Amidst the tension and the storm of emotions, Paul decided to break the ice, offering a kind grin.

"Oh, my goodness. So, am I the seed of two different people?" he quipped, unable to contain his laughter, the consequences of his recent stay at the mental hospital now glaringly evident.

"Yes, who is this?" The voice was familiar, belonging to Pom.

"Don’t shout at me, or I’ll kill you," Paul warned Anne, his words laced with menace and a haunting grin on his face.

The situation grew increasingly dire as Paul’s aggression escalated, and William, who had remained on the sidelines, finally intervened. He spoke, stuttering in terror, "Paul, leave your mother."

Lucy relented and shifted her focus to the reason they were at the hospital. "Okay, OK. I’m prescribing everything," she stated, busily scribbling something on a piece of paper, her dedication to her role as a healthcare provider unwavering.

Paul, however, showed no signs of relenting. "She is his daughter, and she has the right to see him, right, new dad?" he remarked, completely ignoring William’s presence and his request.

As we left the room, I couldn’t help but reflect, ’Oh my God. This boy took Lucy very seriously.’

Paul, however, couldn’t resist making a snide remark about the situation, revealing a darker, more malicious side. "However, my new dad, did you know I sent my father-in-law to the hospital?" he asked, a smirk on his face.

"Paul, shut up," Anne urged, her patience finally unraveling under the strain of the tense situation.

"Pa...," Anne began to speak, but Paul’s grip tightened, his fists clenching with unbridled anger.

In a swift and shocking turn of events, Paul’s temper flared, and he grabbed Anne by the neck, pinning her against the wall. A strangled cry escaped Anne’s lips as she struggled to take a deep breath, her eyes filled with fear and desperation.

"Yes, son. Please leave her immediately," William stammered, fear evident in his voice, his pleas falling on deaf ears.

Paul handed the phone to Anne, his tone commanding, as if determined to see through his intent.

Anne, determined to reach Elena issued a firm order, her tone unwavering. "I need to speak with her. Give her the phone, Pom."

The mention of the hospital caught Anne by surprise, and her eyes widened in concern. Paul, who had been observing the exchange. His frown deepened, his thoughts racing as he considered the implications of the revelation.

Lucy replied with biting sarcasm, seemingly unimpressed by Derek’s reassurances. "Oh, do you think you’ll be able to do it? I thought you were an idiot," she retorted, her words designed to stir a reaction.

William, who had remained composed throughout, finally voiced his concerns. "You shouldn’t have wasted your money, Anne. He’s a complete lunatic. He needs medical help," he remarked, his voice low.

Elena responded with a subtle nod, acknowledging Lucy’s unwavering support during this challenging time.

"Hospital?" Anne echoed, her voice reflecting her concern. Paul’s gaze bore into Anne’s.

Pom stood her ground, refusing to back down. "I told you I am not here to hear your orders, Mrs.," she replied firmly, her loyalty to Elena outweighing any pressure from Anne.

"Humph, you should be," he remarked, a hint of possessiveness in his tone. He took Elena’s hand in his and led her out of the room, demonstrating his determination to care for her.

"Derek, please take care of her. And don’t put her under any unnecessary stress," Lucy implored, her voice tinged with concern.

"Call her," Paul demanded, his voice filled with a venomous rage that left no room for negotiation.

’Hospital? That’s why I noticed a car driving away early in the morning. I just saw that jerk, but was Elena present?’

"Did you?" Paul’s voice rose, demanding an answer. Anne, her mind racing, frantically nodded in response.

Desperation and confusion etched across her face, Anne found herself trapped in her son’s fierce grasp. Paul’s sudden question about Elena’s father sent shockwaves through her. Her eyes widened in fear and uncertainty, and she hesitated to answer, knowing the weight of her response.

After several tense moments, a voice answered on the other end.

Amidst the escalating tension, Anne decided to change her approach, addressing Pom with a more composed tone. "Where is Elena, Pom? Tell her that her father would like to speak with her."

Derek, perhaps spurred on by the seriousness of the situation and Lucy’s words, chimed in with his own sentiment.

Anne extended her trembling hand to take the phone. She dialed the landline number, her actions hesitant and unsure, her mind racing with uncertainty.

"Just a little longer, Paul. Elena will surely call you," he said, seeking to pacify the situation.

Paul’s inner turmoil was palpable as he lowered his gaze, the weight of the situation sinking in.

Derek, perhaps caught off guard by Lucy’s words, responded defensively, his tone laced with an edge of irritation. "What? Why would I cause her stress? Obviously, I will look after her."

Elena, caught in the middle of the spat between her friend and her partner, tried to ease the situation with a gentle reprimand.

As Paul’s thoughts churned, he couldn’t help but let a particular sentiment slip out. "I knew Derek was going to hurt Elena." His voice was tinged with bitterness.

Paul, still reeling from the revelation, couldn’t contain his curiosity and concern.

"Hospital? What is the reason for her hospitalization?" His voice held a mixture of worry and anger.

"Lucy," she said, her smile hidden beneath the surface.

The revelation hit Paul like a tidal wave. His initial reaction was one of disbelief, and then, a disconcerting wave of manic laughter overtook him.

’This witch wants her again. I wouldn’t allow her to talk to Madam,’ Pom thought to herself, her resolve firm as she chose her words carefully. "She isn’t at home," she replied, her voice holding a hint of defiance.

’Cough! Cough!’

Suddenly, a voice echoed from behind, and we heard Lucy’s voice shouting, "and don’t walk too quickly!"