Isaac's POV
As soon as we arrived at the mansion, the doctor was already there, waiting for us. He followed me in our room. As soon as I lay her down, he starts checking on her.
My phone suddenly rings; it's Emilia. I answered her call. "By the way, before I forget, is Ingrid okay?" she asks. I frowned and looked at my wife lying on the bed.
"What did you mean?" I ask.
"She has an ulcer that, if she doesn't get any treatment, will turn into stomach cancer. I went with her to the hospital a week ago. Those are her findings. Also."
She halts, which irritates me. "Also… she has PTSD, or post-traumatic stress disorder, that can be triggered by an explosion or car accident. It was caused by the accident she had that killed her mom," Emilia added.
I was about to speak when she dropped the call. I received a message from her. It's a photo of Ingrid's diagnosis report.
"Doctor," I called. He looked at me and stood in front of me.
"Read this. It's my wife's medical report," I remarked. He looks at the photos and starts reading them.
"Oh my! This is quite serious, Sir Isaac," he remarks. Emilia isn't lying about her illness.
"She needs treatment immediately, or else her ulcer will turn into stomach cancer. She shouldn't delay her treatment. She needs to be admitted to the hospital," he demanded.
I look at my wife. I shake my head. "Tell me all the equipment needed, and I'll purchase it. Ingrid didn't want to go to the hospital. I'll bring the hospital here. She will receive her treatment in this mansion," I remarked.
"Understood, Sir Isaac," he replied.
He went back to her side and continued to check her situation. Is this one of her plans? I remember when Ingrid says that after she kills James, she'll self-destruct.
That only means she didn't want any medication and was ready to die because of cancer or by my bullets.
After half an hour, Simon sends the doctor home. I held her hand and looked at her, laughing and then sighing.
"You're really full of surprises, huh? I applaud you for that, Mrs. Midnight. You really planned everything, huh?"
I look at her sleeping face. Ingrid's face was angelic when she slept. Those frowns, sharp eyes, and threatening gazes were gone. You can see nothing but peace.
She holds back her wrath and hatred toward James and plans everything carefully. I let go of her hand and cross my legs.
"You better hold your horses, Ingrid. Your death needs to wait for four decades," I utter.
I close my eyes and sleep while sitting on this chair. I'm already tired because of the stress that I have. "Mom… Mom… no! No…! Noooo!"
I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was frowning and moved her head from left to right. I stood up and held her face.
"It's okay… it's okay, Ingrid. It's okay…" I whispered, gently brushing her face.
She slowly stops after two minutes of crying and moaning while having a nightmare. Emilia was right. My wife was traumatized because of that car accident that they had.
"James Alberto, how ruthless you are! How can you kill your child's mother and… damn!"
I went back to my seat and pulled it closer. I held her hand and laid down my head on her side. Maybe this would help.
The next morning, I wake up first. It's already seven in the morning. I sit straight and feel the tense muscles on my shoulders.
"Uhn…" she moans, slowly opening her eyes.
"You're awake," I remarked.
She turns around and looks at me. She raises her hand. "What is this?" she asks, looking at my hand and her IV.
"Isn't it obvious?" I ask, letting her go.
Ingrid forced herself to get up. I stood up and helped her instead. She takes a deep breath and slowly blinks her eyes.
"I don't need this," she says. I stopped her from taking it off.
"The equipment that you need for your treatment will be delivered this afternoon. You have to undergo your treatment before your ulcer becomes a cancer," I explained.
Her eyes dilated. "Emilia!" she roars.
"Don't be stubborn and do as I say," I remarked.
"Oh please! Don't act like you care, Isaac. I don't need your concern. My health was good, and that's final," she growls.
I glared at her deadly. "Do I look like I'm making negotiations here, huh? You're wrong. I'm just telling you what I'm going to do. I have all the right to rule your life. Don't forget that I'm your husband, and I have the right to do so," I growled in a cold but lethal tone.
She blinks and gives me that I don't believe what I heard look. "Don't even try to escape or whatever. If I have to hunt you down or kill your dad for you to show yourself, I'll do that," I grunted. I stood up and turned my back on her.
I walked away when she grabbed my wrist. I turned around and saw half of her body hanging. I grab her wrist and hold her body.
"Are you really that stupid, huh?! I told you to rest!"
She grabs my collar and gives me that intense and lethal expression. "I don't care what you are trying to pull or tricks you're planning to do, but you have to listen to me," she growls, glaring.
"James Alberto is my prey. Keep your hands off that monster."
The hatred she had for her dad was scarier than I expected it to be. I feel like her hatred was even heavier than mine.
"Then you better listen to me. I was serious, Ingrid. Be a good girl and follow my order."
We look at each other, glaring. We're testing each other's true feelings. We're both bombs that were ticking and waiting for the right time to destroy James Alberto's empire.
She let go of my collar and looked away. "I have no choice anyway," she remarked. She turned around and faced the other side of the bed.
"Go away. I can't rest when someone is staring at me," she added. I scoff.
"You have no choice. I have to guard you, or else you'll do something crazy," I stated, crossing my legs. I know I'm making her furious!
She can't regret her decisions now. She is stuck with me for the rest of her life. I watched her until she fell asleep. I never thought this woman could be so clever and scary at the same time.
She knew how to make her dad taste the bitterness of losing a game. I went to the other side and looked at her face.
"Go easy on yourself. How can you destroy him if you're sick? How stupid," I remarked. I just find it stupid how she is willing to kill herself while destroying her dad.