Marriage With A Evil Heart

“How dare I call you without news? You come over here! I’ll send you the location!” His voice sounded a little tired and he hung up after that, then sent me a location.

I rushed upstairs to change, explained to Edith, and went straight to the location Albert had told me about.

The location he gave me was a little out of the way, and I drove a whole hour and a half, so far from Newport.

I got out of the car and looked at the surroundings, a little hesitant, it looks like a fish pond, not in front of the village, there is only a simple colorful steel house, very shabby, the air filled with a fishy smell.

I approached the house cautiously, a little nervous and wondering if I was looking for the wrong house.

Perhaps hearing the sound of my car, a man came out of the shed-like house, and I fixed my eyes on none other than Albert.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

The moment I saw Albert, my hanging heart dropped and my feet picked up speed.

Albert saw me, with a hangdog look, and whistled at me with a raised eyebrow, in such a way that if I didn’t already know him well enough, I really would have thought he wasn’t a nice person.

I walked over to him quickly, looking at him suspiciously and asking, “Don’t you tell me Jacob’s here!”

As soon as my words fell, I saw another person walk out from that broken house. I stopped my steps at once, my eyes fixed on that person’s body.

If it weren’t for that very recognizable face, and a pair of deep eyes, I really wouldn’t have recognized the person in front of me as the Jacob I knew too well to be familiar with.

The original Jacob was tall and handsome, bright and capable, and was quite energetic, as if nothing could be difficult for him.

But the Jacob … in front of me is dark and thin, his body is somewhat slightly leaning forward and hunched over, and there is a hideous scar on that familiar face, with a protruding brow bone and two collapsed pits in the cheeks, and the only thing that has not changed is those deep eyes, but they are less radiant.

I was frozen in place for a long time, staring at the man in front of me in disbelief, my heart turning over. It was only after a long time that I slowly looked over at Albert, my gaze a bit pleading.

And the eyes of the man I had been staring at for so long were suddenly dense, but cleared in an instant, and there was a halo of light that flashed by.

“Daisy!”

Or he spoke first, called my name, a moment, I ran over quickly, regardless of a grabbed him, “Jacob, really you? Jacob, you … you … how did you become this How did you become like this? You …”

I instantly broke down in tears and choked up, unable to say anything more.

The corners of Jacob’s mouth twitched a few times as he looked at me, who was already sobbing uncontrollably, and twisted his face away, not daring to look directly at me again.

“What a pair of suffering siblings you are!” Albert didn’t forget to fan the flames, “But luckily, heaven didn’t take you in!”

Jacob patted the crying me and pointed to the bench outside and said, “Sit down! Stop crying!”

I was still tugging at him not wanting to let go, not to mention not wanting to believe that what was happening in front of me was real, “Jacob, how did you end up like this, what happened to you?”

“Hi! It’s hard to say! You sit down and stop crying! Gotta be glad I’m alive and you can still see me alive!” Jacob’s tone was indescribable, a mixture of emotion, sighing, pathos, and more than anything else, impatience, and the elation of having come back from the dead.

Albert hooked a wooden pier over with his foot and sat on it with his butt, while Jacob stroked me down onto that stool and flipped a plastic bucket over and sat on it himself.

My eyes stayed glued to him, as if trying to find even a hint of his former self in that familiar face of his.

But all I see are vicissitudes, hideousness, and sickness.

I really can’t imagine what he’s encountered in these two years.

I sniffled a little, still looking at Jacob, “Jacob! What has happened to you? Come on you tell me, does it have anything to do with me?”

The moment I met Jacob, I had a bad feeling that what happened to him had nothing to do with me or Medikit Inc.

Jacob smiled sarcastically at my question, avoiding my insistent gaze, and spoke slowly.