Mrs Hale, I Surrender
Chapter 184 Finally going mad, waiting for her brown puppy (2 more updates)

Chapter 184: 184 Finally going mad, waiting for her brown puppy (2 more updates)

Thinking of tonight’s events, Wyatt Hale clenched his fists and bitterly bit his teeth, "Sister-in-law, I really didn’t mean to spill the beans. My living allowance is cut by half. How can I survive?"

"He even insulted my intelligence!"

"Life in this family has already been tough, and he still bullies me!"

Zoe Bell nodded, "I believe what you said now."

"Which statement?"

"You said you live like an orphan at home."

"..."

Wyatt Hale felt even worse.

However, Zoe Bell quickly added, "If you really are short on living expenses, come work part-time at my place. I’ll pay you a salary."

"Really?" Wyatt Hale was overjoyed. He couldn’t manage the delicate work of making incense, but helping with packaging was no problem, "Sister-in-law, are all fairies like you, beautiful and kind-hearted?"

Zoe Bell laughed lightly.

"It seems you’ve been dealing with this batch of goods for quite a while."

"Yes, it’s a big client."

Probably thanks to Hannah Johnson, orders had increased lately. Crafting incense alone was overwhelming for her. Besides seeking customer service, she was considering setting up a small studio and hiring a few employees.

Thinking of Hannah Johnson, Zoe Bell stopped her work.

She wondered how her cousin was doing now.

She cared about Hannah Johnson but felt it inappropriate to inquire too deeply into the matter.

She had intended to ask William when he returned, but he probably hadn’t seen his uncle for so long that he only returned to the old house in the dead of night. By the time she woke up, he had already gone to work.

She wondered where he found so much energy.

Today’s weather was sunny, and Zoe Bell arranged the freshly made incense sticks to dry in the shade. As she passed by the vegetable garden, she saw Old Sir Hale busy tilling his plot of land.

Finn Hale was sitting in the shade with a thermos by his side, a piece of paper on his lap, holding a fountain pen, doodling away. He paused when he caught a glimpse of her.

"Good morning, uncle."

"Hmm."

He nodded slightly, neither intimate nor distant, perfectly measuring the degrees of closeness.

Zoe Bell approached closer and saw an old-style pavilion inked on the paper.

Then, he wrote a dedication, signed his name, and handed it to Zoe Bell.

"Hmm?" she paused in slight confusion.

"William said your brother wanted my autograph."

"He gave me a few sheets of blank paper, just for signatures. It felt strange, a few hasty strokes. I hope he likes it, I hope he excels..."

"Thank you on his behalf."

Finn Hale nodded, unscrewed his thermos, and drank some water.

Zoe Bell took the paper with both hands.

"Finn, aren’t you going to help at all!" Old Sir Hale frowned, busy as a bee, and there his son was, seemingly watching a show.

"I’m out of water, going inside to get some," Finn Hale said as he picked up the thermos and walked away.

Zoe Bell clearly saw that the cup was nearly full.

She looked down at the paper in her hands again.

A few hasty strokes?

That statement was perhaps too modest.

When she took a picture of the autographed paper and sent it to Lucas Bell, he immediately video-called her, "Is that Finn Hale? Really, did he draw it himself?"

"Yes, I saw him finish drawing it and hand it over to me."

"Did you talk to him?"

"..."

"Sis, you are so lucky to meet Mr.Hale alive." Lucas Bell sighed.

Zoe Bell was amused by his remark.

Seeing how excited Lucas was, she wanted to mail the autograph to him, but he was worried about the international courier damaging it. He asked Zoe Bell to have it properly framed first, and he would retrieve it when he returned to the country.

Framing?

That seemed a bit much!

"Sis, you aren’t in this profession; you don’t understand the stature Mr. Hale holds in the circle. He is genuinely impressive; since his teenage years..." Lucas Bell, usually not much of a talker, was now as chatty as Wyatt Hale.

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Meanwhile

William Hale arrived at the office, and Zac Cruz briefed him on today’s schedule and mentioned Liam Hugh, "His situation has already been arranged."

"Hmm."

"He seemed rather delusional that evening, constantly claiming he saw ghosts, completely mad. In the end, we had to sedate him forcibly." Zac Cruz was utterly clueless about what had transpired.

William nodded, remaining silent.

He had thought he saw his deceased mother last night and then got frightened by his uncle; he wouldn’t be surprised if he went mad.

So a few days later, Hannah Johnson visited the psychiatric hospital, and upon seeing her father Liam Hugh for the first time, he was so frightened that he lost control of his emotions, "Don’t come near, don’t come near me—"

"Eva, it wasn’t intentional, don’t blame me!"

"It’s my fault, my fault!"

As Liam Hugh spoke, he suddenly knelt down in front of her with a thud.

Then,

Thud, thud, thud—" he struck his head against the ground, hitting it very loudly.

Hannah Johnson was so startled by his sudden behavior that she didn’t react, and the medical staff who came running at the noise forcefully pulled him up, his forehead already bruised and slightly bleeding.

"Eva, I was wrong, really wrong."

"Miss Johnson, please step outside for a moment," the nurse gestured for her to temporarily leave the ward.

The face of Hannah Johnson, too similar to that of Eva Hugh,

was the stimulus!

Liam Hugh had once doted on this daughter, but ever since his younger sister died, no one else knew, but he was clear—it was all because of him.

And seeing his daughter, who grew more and more like his younger sister...

He was scared,

Panicked!

Especially with Hannah Johnson’s straightforward and assertive personality, she always managed to infuriate him greatly.

He increasingly felt that this was a bad karma, his younger sister’s way of seeking revenge.

Thus, he stopped showing her affection.

Hannah Johnson watched through the small glass window of the ward as the medical staff forcibly restrained him on the bed, one of them holding a syringe to inject him with a sedative, waiting until he gradually calmed down before everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Has he been like this often lately?" Hannah Johnson looked towards the nurse.

"During the day it’s okay, but at night it often happens, he always says he sees ghosts."

"Once, when we were not paying attention, he ran to the rooftop and nearly jumped off."

"The diagnosis said, he is overstimulated, resulting in schizophrenia."

Hannah Johnson nodded.

Turned around, left.

Perhaps this is fate.

These days, she had been staying in the temple on the mountain, her grandmother hardly having consumed any water lately, always kneeling in front of the Buddha until she fainted, fortunately, Hannah Johnson had the family doctor standing by.

When she woke, she did eat some food, then dismissed Yumi Johnson and Hannah Johnson, "You both go take care of your own business, don’t mind me."

She was heartbroken and also felt guilty.

Although she insisted, Yumi Johnson still did not leave, but Hannah Johnson did go down the mountain, finding some time to come here.

Hannah Johnson then dealt with some urgent matters at the company until late into the night before returning to Yarden.

She passed by a convenience store and bought some alcohol.

Lately, she had been suffering from insomnia.

Perhaps with some alcohol, she might sleep more comfortably.

As she was paying, she caught a glimpse of the counter displaying cigarettes, "Get me a pack of cigarettes and a lighter."

"Which kind?"

"The strongest."

The cashier hesitated for a moment but still got her a pack that was relatively milder.

Hannah Johnson, seeing others distressed and gloomy, always liked to smoke a cigarette, probably... the cigarette could ease the pain.

But she had never smoked before, and even the action of opening the cigarette pack was clumsy, standing downstairs, in the deep of the night, the neighborhood silent and empty, she placed the cigarette between her lips.

Her long hair tucked behind her ear, the moment the lighter ignited, casting her face in a fiery glow.

Lately, she had no appetite, plus she wasn’t sleeping well.

There was a fragile beauty about her.

Smoking for the first time, she dragged too hard and choked, covering her mouth with one hand while gripping the cigarette with the other, coughing violently.

Until...

she coughed out tears.

Suddenly, someone approached, took the cigarette from her hand, and gently patted her back.

Hannah Johnson turned to look at him, her eyes watery from coughing, "You again? What are you doing here this time of night, shouldn’t you be at school?"

"I was waiting for you."

His voice was gentle and slow, like a soft breeze, seemingly able to easily soothe one’s unease and irritation.

"Waiting for me? How did you know I would be home today?"

"I didn’t know."

"Then why would you come..."

Before Hannah Johnson could finish, she paused, realizing unless:

He had been waiting for her for several days.