ChapterI was Emma Miller, and my husband wanted to kill me. After a car accident, I went blind. The doctor said the chances of me recovering were slim. I lowered my head and said nothing. The accident came suddenly. According to the investigation, the other driver was drunk and crashed into us. Fortunately, besides me, the rest of my family was unharmed, and my child was sent to my parents’ house. “Everything is fine, and I’m here with you…” My husband held me tightly, his tears and snot soaking the back of my clothes. I patted his head, trying to reassure him. “I’m blind, not dead. There are many blind people living happy lives, aren’t there?” He nodded. After a long while, we returned home. He held my hand as we walked slowly back, taking it one step at a time. He said he would find a nanny to help me. I agreed. He also had a job and couldn’t be with me all the time. But it would take a few days. He made sure I was comfortable and placed my phone and other things in front of me. He said that all I had to do was press the power button three times to call him. I nodded and forced a smile. After saying goodbye, he reminded me to take my medicine regularly and that he would check when he got back. He then closed the door behind him. As soon as he left, I broke down in tears. Having once seen the light, how could I bear to live in the dark? His tenderness only made it harder to bear, and I cried harder. I met him in college. He was handsome, considerate, and skilled in everything, such as cooking, cleaning, and so on. He was truly exceptional. His name was Neil Taylor. He was originally introduced to my best friend, and I had gone with her on a blind date. But unexpectedly, he was interested in me. I also liked him, so we ended up getting married. After marriage, we started a business, and everything went smoothly. Our family was happy. But… I cried uncontrollably, but there was nothing I could do. “Knock, knock…” A knock on the door, followed by a phone call. I quickly wiped my tears, relying on my memory to answer the phone. “Emma, I’m here to see you.” It was my brother, Davis Miller. I was about to stand up to open the door when I heard the sound of a key turning in the lock. “Neil asked me to take care of you for a few days and gave me a key.” My brother pushed the door open and entered. We had a very good relationship. He was independent and, since adulthood, had never asked me for money. “I brought some food,” he said, closing the door behind him. Then, he sighed, comforting me, “Don’t worry, the doctor said there’s still hope.” I nodded. I knew, though, that it was just a polite way of saying there was little chance. But I nodded anyway, pretending nothing had happened. If I could see, I would have noticed my brother’s worried gaze on my red-rimmed eyes. He turned on the TV. Even though I couldn’t see, hearing the sound helped prevent me from feeling so lonely. He paced back and forth in the living room, and suddenly, I shouted, “Can you be quiet? It’s so annoying!” “Sorry…” I could feel him sitting back down beside me. He took my hand and wrote on it: [This whole thing seems a bit suspicious.] I was taken aback and thought, “Suspicious? What’s suspicious?” My brother worked as an editor at a newspaper and had a keen eye, often noticing things others missed. And if something was going on, why couldn’t he just say it out? I tilted my head slightly, confused. Chapter
My brother continued to write on my hand: [Since the accident, I haven’t come to see you. I’ve been investigating instead.] It was true. He hadn’t visited me even once since the accident. He kept saying he was busy, and I had received only three or four phone calls from him. He continued writing: [I checked nearby surveillance footage. It seems the driver was waiting for you.] [I’ll explain more later, but for now, this is just my guess.] [By the way, when the accident happened, were you sitting in the front passenger seat?] I nodded and asked, “But what does that matter?” I knew he would understand. [But usually, you sit in the back to take care of the child, right?] I suddenly stood up, a chill running through me. Yes, I usually did sit in the back seat. The child was still young and didn’t know better, but this time, the child had fallen asleep, so Neil had said, “Sit in the front passenger seat. Show your status.” I hadn’t thought much of it at the time. [This is just my guess. I’ll look into more details later and let you know.] I nodded. “You need to be careful,” he said. But I understood the meaning behind his words. The phone rang. My brother helped me answer it and put it on speaker. “Emma, it’s time to take your medicine.” “Okay,” I replied. “Make sure to eat something, too,” he said before hanging up. I could hear his light panting. Was it that hot? My brother was staring intently at the phone. “Take your medicine,” he said suddenly, standing up to get me a glass of water. The pills were on the table, many of them all different shapes, making them easy to identify. He looked at the pill bottle and asked, “How many should you take?” “Four pills per bottle.” There were more than ten bottles in total, meaning I needed to take over forty pills and divide them into four doses. “But the bottle shows just one or two pills?” My brother was confused. I was momentarily taken aback. I hadn’t known that. My brother smiled, “Maybe I misread it.” I thought, “Maybe?” Then I heard the sound of a phone camera clicking. “Take the medicine,” Davis said, pouring out the pills. After taking the medicine, I felt very dizzy. My brother covered me with a blanket, and I fell into a deep sleep. At that moment, he stood up and looked toward the upper left corner of the living room. There was a small black dot in the corner. He worked as both an editor and a reporter, so he was sensitive to these things. There was a hidden camera in the house. It made sense, though, considering the situation. He kept an eye on it anyway. Sitting back down beside me, he took a look at the pills and searched the names online. Strangely enough, the pills were all normal medications, and they all looked similar. The dosage depended on the situation. “I think I’m overthinking it,” Davis mumbled. He then put the pills in his bag. He thought, “This is something for professionals to check.” But this whole incident was filled with too many suspicious points. Initially, he had wanted to do a report, but so many things had happened unexpectedly. Davis rubbed his forehead and started reaching out to friends… He suspected Neil was involved in something shady. He would investigate it subtly, hoping nothing would go wrong… When I woke up, all I could smell was the fragrance of food. “Time to eat,” Davis said, placing a plate in my hands and continuously adding food to it. “Don’t take any more of the medicine…” he whispered, “I suspect there’s something wrong with it.” Chapter
I froze for a moment, then nodded, continuing to eat. After the meal, I asked him to take me outside for a walk. The weather was nice today, quite cool. “What do you think?” Davis asked me. I shook my head. I completely trusted my husband. “Do you know about the camera in the room? It’s high definition and can pick up sound, too.” He led me to a pavilion. I shook my head again. My husband had never mentioned it to me before. “In that room, you need to be extra cautious,” Davis said very seriously. I forced a smile. No matter what, he wouldn’t harm me. “He’s almost back. Let’s head back.” My brother took my hand. We had only walked a few steps when I felt a car stop ahead. Neil’s voice came from the car, tinged with a hint of reproach. “Why did you bring her out? What if something happens?” “I wanted to come out,” I said. “Be careful. It’s better if you don’t go out too much,” he said softly. He then drove into the parking lot, starting the car, which stirred up a gust of air. I could smell a faint fragrance from the perfume in the air. Since losing my sight, my other senses had become unusually sharp. My brother led me back home. “Take care of yourself,” he said, gripping my hand tightly. “And you really shouldn’t take that medicine anymore.” “Okay, okay. Just go,” I said. His job was to take care of me while Neil was at work. Once Neil came back, he could rest. My brother nodded and quickly left. I then heard footsteps. Neil came up behind me, wrapped his arms around me, and whispered in my ear, “What do you want to eat tonight?” I fell silent, a wave of disgust flooding through me. What had he done? I had a rough idea in my mind. He sighed and went to cook. After dinner, he brought me the pills. One by one, he poured them out. It was still divided into four doses. Even though my brother had told me not to take them, I had no reason not to, right? Neil gave me the first three doses, and I counted. Ten pills. For the fourth dose, I noticed there was an extra pill. I frowned but swallowed it without saying anything. Then, the dizziness hit again. Neil looked at me, sighed, and kissed my forehead deeply. He whispered, “I’m sorry…” Meanwhile, Davis was driving to a small clinic. Although it was a small place, the doctor was a legitimate medical student. “Hey, Mr. Miller.” “Don’t mess around. Help me check these pills…” Davis handed over ten pills. The doctor took them, sniffed them, and said, “Wait a few days.” Davis nodded. When I woke up, I had no idea how much time had passed. The last time I ate was around seven. Now, it seemed like it was midnight. I rubbed my head. It hurt, and some of my memories seemed fuzzy. I reached out beside me. The bed was empty and cold. Chapter
I paused for a moment, wondering where he could be at this time of night. “Neil!” I shouted his name, but all I heard was the echo of my own voice. I paused again. According to my usual habit, my phone should be on the bedside table. I fumbled around and finally grabbed something. A crisp sound rang out as glass shattered on the floor, a few drops of water splashing onto my face. I withdrew my hand with a tremor, my eyes reddened. It seemed I had to accept the fact that I was useless, and Neil had already left me. With tears in my eyes, I called out to the phone’s voice assistant. “I’m here…” My phone only echoed from the living room. “Call Davis!” “Dialing…” “Hello?” “Davis…” “I’ll be there soon.” A moment later, I heard rapid footsteps, followed by the door suddenly opening. He quickly came into the bedroom, seeing the shards of glass scattered on the floor, and I curled up at the bedside. “Davis…” I rushed towards him. He gently held me, comforting me, “It’s okay… It’s okay.” His eyes scanned the room, ensuring there were no cameras. “Why don’t you come stay with me for a few days…” he suggested. “Mm…” I nodded. I sat in the passenger seat, the wind blowing through the window. “What time is it?” “Three in the morning,” Davis replied. “Why aren’t you asleep?” “Just working late,” he said. I nodded, then added, “The pills seem to have a problem.” “How so?” “After I took it, I felt really dizzy,” I frowned and said, “And a lot of my memories… I can’t remember them.” “Then don’t take it anymore.” Davis parked the car and helped me out. As we walked, Davis spoke, “I looked into the guy who was driving drunk. It seems he’s never even drunk before. “Also, he only got his driver’s license less than two months ago.” I fell silent, an answer vaguely forming in my mind. Just then, my phone rang. “Neil,” Davis said. “Answer it.” “Where have you been? Why are you running around like that? Why didn’t you call me?” He bombarded me with three questions. I scoffed, “Where were you?” “Working overtime,” he said helplessly. Davis then coldly remarked, “Oh, my sister wants to stay with me for a few days. Is that a problem?” “You…” I immediately hung up the phone and powered it off. “This man isn’t worth it,” Davis said angrily. I forced a smile. “But there’s no concrete evidence, is there?” “There will be.” Davis’ tone was cold. Chapter
He settled me down, sitting at the edge of the bed. “Tomorrow, I plan to meet with that family. Do you want to come?” I remained silent for a moment. “I’ll go.” “Alright, I’ll rest for a bit…” I knew he hadn’t slept the whole night. I was also feeling exhausted and mentally drained. The next day, we left early. Davis said Neil was sure to come over. I sat in the passenger seat, feeling the breeze. At that moment, my phone rang. Davis glanced at it, answered, and put it on speaker. “Mr. Miller, the medicine’s been checked. It’s a normal drug, just with a higher sedative content, but that’s common. There are many like it on the market. Just don’t take too much.” “How much is too much?” I asked. “Uh… taking a small amount leads to drowsiness and memory loss. If you take more, it could reduce your mental capacity to that of a child.” “Goodbye.” Davis hung up the phone. “As expected.” I scratched my head. “But there’s no concrete evidence.” Davis didn’t respond immediately but simply said, “Don’t take that medicine anymore.” “The driver’s family is poor. His father just recovered from a major illness, and he has two kids, so he might be desperate enough to do anything for money,” Davis continued. I nodded. I turned my phone back on, and as soon as it powered up, there was a call. I didn’t need to check the number to know who it was. He started by scolding Davis, asking why he took me out without informing him and what would have happened if something had gone wrong. He had found a nanny and told me not to be angry, assuring me he would accompany me more often. He also questioned why I didn’t bring the medicine with me. I sneered and immediately hung up, powering the phone off. “He probably suspects something,” Davis remarked. After a while, the car came to a stop, and we still had to walk a bit on a dirt road. Another half hour of travel, and we finally arrived. “Even worse than I imagined…” Davis clicked his tongue. He described the house to me. A mudbrick structure with a cracked roof. A dark, strong-looking middle-aged woman was washing clothes while carrying a child on her back. Seeing us, she didn’t seem surprised. Without lifting her head, she coldly said, “Didn’t we already pay the compensation?” She suddenly burst into tears, shouting, “Isn’t five hundred thousand dollars enough? Our parents sold the house, and they’re old but still have to live in a rented place…” The child behind her woke up and started crying as well. She quickly forced a smile, trying to comfort the child. “She’s a good actress,” Davis commented, amused. I took out a bank card from my pocket. “One million dollars. How about returning my eyes?” I said. She was momentarily stunned, her body stiffening. Davis took my hand and slowly approached her. I could smell a faint scent of skincare products on her. It was a luxury brand, the cheapest of which cost five hundred dollars, a luxury for a family like hers. “I ask, you answer.” She snorted coldly. “I ask, you answer!” Davis suddenly shouted, tossing a photo in front of her. The photo was of a little girl with twin ponytails. “I…” “I ask, you answer,” Davis said, showing no mercy. Chapter
She swallowed hard, the child in her arms still crying loudly. “Does your husband drink?” Davis asked, suddenly speaking in a gentle tone. “Yes, he drinks liquor,” she replied, lowering her head to comfort the child. She continued, “He likes to drink liquor and beer together.” Drinking liquor and beer together made it easier to get drunk. I sneered inwardly. She seemed well-prepared. “How long has he had his driver’s license?” “Less than two months.” “Where did the car come from?” She bit her lip. “We bought it a while ago.” Davis nodded. It was indeed bought a while ago. The car was in poor condition due to age and lack of maintenance. However, the compensation amount far exceeded the cost. Davis glanced inside the house, spotting numerous liquor bottles. “Nothing useful here. Let’s go,” Davis sighed. “You… you didn’t do anything, right?” The woman’s eyes were bloodshot. “Nothing much. Just bought a few things for her,” Davis replied with a smile. Just then, a young girl wearing a brand-new outfit walked over. Davis walked ahead, and I followed behind him. “Bought off, huh?” I sighed. “Such smooth skills. She’s a professional,” Davis sighed as well. “I’m going back to Neil,” I said, “I need to figure out his motives.” “Mm… I’ll give you something later.” Once we were back in the car, he handed me a pair of glasses. They were similar to mine, though I preferred wearing contact lenses. There was a button. It was a surveillance device. The video would be uploaded online. “Press it three times, and it’ll automatically call the police. I’ll also get the information.” I touched it and felt the small bulge. “I’m going to visit the driver in prison,” Davis said. He dropped me off at a café. I let Neil to pick me up. Soon, Neil arrived and drove me home, saying nothing. It wasn’t until we were nearly there that Neil spoke, “The nanny’s already at home. “She’ll tell you the information. “I have something else to take care of tonight.” Neil led me inside the house. I caught a strong, unpleasant smell. Neil frowned, telling the nanny to take good care of me before leaving. “Did you use my skincare products?” I asked as I sat on the sofa. “I… I…” She sounded flustered. Free Point
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