Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

“Mum! I will not forgive you if Dalton does not restore those credit cards. I would not!” Ellen gnarled at her mother, as they all continued to amble around the dining room and kitchen.

There was no one to prepare the meals they would eat that night, as they just continued to munch on the fruits that were left from breakfast. To make it worse, there was no internet connection in the house too, which was the most impactive of the deprivation they had suffered.

“You should not talk to me like that! My authority still stands in this house,” Eleanor snapped at her daughter, who was really angry and even frowning so hard at her.

“I would just have to return to my own condo, while Emma can travel around again. Eva can sleep in her art gallery, while you will be the only one trying to adjust to living in your huge building all over again,” Ellen snickered at her own words, and then bursted into laughter when the hilarious imaginations of Eva sleeping at the art gallery occurred to her.

Emma, who had been playing a candy game on her phone all day, could not help but chuckle at what her elder sister said. However, Eleanor was not finding it funny at all because she thought that her daughters were making mockery of her.

“I certainly do not deserve this kind of treatment from you! Do you think I do not have a life of my own rather than.. you.. you spoiled kids?” Mrs. Eleanor Miller almost spluttered in rage, as her open hand emphatically hit against the glass table. But her hand ended up receiving pain, because of the kind of glass that the dining table was made of. She tried hard to hide the pain by not squeezing her face in displeasure.

“Maybe my dear friend would finally realize how scary Dalton becomes, when you tamper with what is his. Now all of us have to suffer for your actions of throwing Aria out, mother,” Ellen gloated, “It is also so funny how Eva who has not really been home for too long, and then we get locked out on the day that she visits. Quite a luck, she’s got.”

“Do not bring your sister into this. Just let her be,” Eleanor warned, knowing that Ellen was just looking for the direction of people to cast her anger upon.

“I mean, see how disgusting her attitude is. She stays up alone in the room, when we are all sitting here hoping Dalton would find Aria soon. It is so puzzling to even think that she is family. She acts like a sociopath.”

“Ellen!!!!!!” Mrs. Eleanor Miller cut her daughter off with a really angry and fierce yell, that she felt the extremity in the degree of her mother’s anger. The angry second daughter just turned her head to Emma, who was really engrossed in what she was doing.

“You seem too deep in this game. Is it that engaging?” She asked Emma, so as to distract herself from her mother’s anger.

“I’m reading an online novel now,” she replied.

“What book is that? Maybe I should try giving a novel reading a trial now,” she sighed. Her fans would probably be wondering why she had not had an evening life session.

“It is a fantasy book. My Luna is a witch,” Emma replied without looking at her sister, as she continued to stare so engrossingly at her phone’s screen.

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“I think you should take your bath first. The water is warm enough,” Dalton informed Aria, who was more surprised that he ran water for her to bathe. It was stunning to see him extraordinarily caring and patient with her because of what had happened.

As Aria struggled to raise her body up from the couch, Dalton walked over to where she was and scooped her in his hands. His action shocked her because it was so unexpected, that she told him to drop her and that she could walk by herself.

Ignoring her, Dalton carried her into the bathroom and steadied her on the covered toilet lid, as she tried to pull her cloth over her body. She protested strongly.

“I was the one who put all this clothes over you, remember,” he chuckled, and she frowned. He could never just let go of his bossy attitude ever.

Dalton carefully pulled the clothes over her aching body, till she was left in the bikini that she was wearing initially. At that point, he became stuck on what he should do for her next. He didn’t want her to get angry, and he didn’t want to be so forward too. However, he noticed something different.

“I think you have reduced in weight and size,” Dalton pointed out, as his eyes ran through every part of her body. She just sneered at him and stood up immediately.

“That is what you get for being a wife to a Miller,” she taunted, and moved slowly to where the jacuzzi was positioned. She needed to feel water pressure against her body and bones that ached really badly. Even her head was banging in a bad headache.

Dalton didn’t say anything and just turned to leave, knowing that his family was really guilty of everything that she was saying. He brought out his phone instead to call his assistant, who he had not informed about the situation of everything that happened, after he instructed him to check the state of the vacation house.

“Thoroughly investigate what caused the vacation house to suddenly start burning. Leave no stone unturned. Get the special investigation unit to take up the matter too,” Dalton instructed Alex through the phone. He heard the doorbell ring outside the door from where he was standing, and he knew that it must be either of the delivery that he paid for.

“What about your family, sir. Should I tell them that Mrs. Miller had been found?” Alex asked.

“Just put back every light on, and pass whatever instruction that is necessary,” Dalton instructed him, and put off the phone immediately after adjusting his face cap.

Dalton opened the door to see that both the delivery men had arrived with what he paid for, as he collected the food package and the one from the hospital, and then entered back into the house.

He dropped everything he had purchased on the table in the living room space, and quickly walked to the bathroom to check what was going on with Aria.

He had not heard any sound from her since he had been talking to Alex, and wondered if everything was okay with her.

She screamed at him to get out the moment he opened the door, as she was just stepping out of the jacuzzi that she had spent her time to remain in for long. His eyes became livid at what he had to see.

“You should respect my privacy. That we are legally married doesn’t give the point of personal rights,” Aria said to Dalton, the moment she stepped out of the bathroom in his huge black shirt. It made him chuckle at her cuteness.

“Your mouth definitely always remains fine after everything. I ordered anything and everything you might want to eat,” he told her, and quickly walked over to where she was when he saw how tiredly she was walking.

He helped her to lie back on the couch and supported her back with comfortable pillows, and also brought the food he contemplated that she might like before her. Her body and hands were still shaky, as she tried not to show the pains in parts of her body.

“I have had enough of eating this. Can I just sleep?” Aria groaned, the moment Dalton tried to make her eat more chips and chicken. He noticed her discomfort, and went over to bring the big nylons containing the drugs he ordered from the hospital.

“From what I read, you might be having chest and body pains now. These drugs and needles would help it get better.”

“Can you administer the shots?” She asked him with a smug, and he gave her a confused look.

“There was no way he would stick needles in someone’s body.’

“The doctor administered this and this, and this,” Dalton told her, and showed her the specific drugs that the doctor administered including an injection shot, “We might rest on the shot though because I cannot give it. I will go get water.”

By the time Dalton had gone to the where the dining table was located to bring more water, Aria was already injecting the needle into her arm to his shock. He scurried over to where she was sitting, to see how fearlessly she was doing it. She quickly got the cotton wool over a methylated disinfectant, and dabbed it over the hole spot to stop any kind of bleeding.

“How are you doing that?” He was forced to ask her, as she stretched her hand to collect the water from her and checked the drug packs for the prescription. She swallowed the drugs too at once to his shock, and chugged the contents in the bottle that he gave to her.

“I just can,” she answered him, and laid her head back to rest. The injection seemed to be taking effect in her body immediately, as her eyes began to slip into unconsciousness.

“You really are a puzzle. It is so hard to understand you,” Dalton said and sighed, as he watched her react tiredly to him.

“Yes, I am,” she mumbled.

“Are you going to sleep fine now?” He asked again without a reason. He really wanted to talk more to her.

“I hope so. These nightmares are scary.”