
My Wife Locked My Daughter In The Basement
Chapter 3
I sank into despair.
If we truly had to wait for three days, we would probably not survive.
Faye was getting weaker by the minute, and after that shock, I was coughing up blood. I could barely move. I felt like any second could be my last.
But what other choice did I have?
Ula was such a fool. No matter what I said, she simply refused to believe me. All I could do was hold Faye tightly and silently pray to God over and over again in my heart.
“God, please. Don’t take my little girl. She is still so young. She has always been good. She’s never bullied anyone. She doesn’t deserve to die because of this.”
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Soon, it was evening. To make Eira happier at this birthday party, Ula moved the celebration to another venue.
It was not safe at night, so Eric went out with them to protect them.
Faye’s breathing was faint in my arms, and I no longer had the strength to speak.
That was when I heard footsteps outside the door.
It was our housekeeper, Wanda Rockhold.
She opened the door and slipped some food through the crack to me.
I became hopeful again.
I took the chance to grab Wanda’s hand and called out, “Wanda, please! Help us!”
Wanda was kind-hearted. Whenever she saw Jordan and Eira falsely accuse me in front of Ula, she would usually speak up for us.
She was my only hope of getting out of the basement.
But this time, Wanda hesitated.
“Mr. Elwood, my whole family depends on this paycheck. If I let you out, Ms. Grove will fire me, and we’ll have nothing. Please, just eat something first. You need it...”
With that, she set the food tray down, looked away with a pained expression, and left.
My hope vanished once again. I forced myself to accept the fact that I was going to die. But I still could not bring myself to accept what would happen to Faye.
I wiped away my tears, picked up the food, and fed Faye.
I shifted backward a little, hoping to lean against the door and rest with my eyes closed.
However, the moment I leaned back, the door creaked open.
Wanda had deliberately left it unlocked for me.
I did not have time to feel grateful. I grabbed Faye and stumbled out.
A few steps were enough to exhaust me. I quickly ran out of breath. I had never truly realized how enormous the villa was.
I gritted my teeth and kept going.
Finally, I reached a crowded area. My strength gave out, and my legs buckled beneath me. I collapsed to my knees and fell forward.
People passed by in both directions. They gave both Faye and me strange looks, but no one came near us. Just then, Margaret Jerome, a business partner who had a good relationship with Ula, appeared in front of the villa.
“Mr. Elwood? How did you and Faye get so badly hurt? Hang on, I’m calling Ms. Grove right now.”
She hurriedly took out her phone and called Ula.
“Ms. Grove, your husband and Faye are badly hurt. Didn’t you invest in a medical team? Please send a helicopter to get them right now. They look like they’re barely hanging on!”
After Ula finished fawning over Margaret with exaggerated concern, her voice turned ice-cold as she said, “Ms. Jerome, don’t worry about him. He’s faking it. All he cares about is finding ways to go after Jordan. Don’t let him fool you. Just leave them in the basement. I’ll come back for them in three days.”
After she hung up, Margaret could not bear to see Faye and me in that state. She called her secretary, Taylor Clark, and told him to come pick us up.
Margaret still had business to attend to, so she told Faye and me to stay put and wait for Taylor to arrive.
I kept checking on Faye’s breathing, terrified that she might not make it.
Fortunately, Taylor arrived quickly.
“Mr. Elwood, Ms. Grove blocked off all the roads to the hospital for Eira’s birthday party. The whole area up ahead is nothing but amusement rides. We can’t get through.”
While trying to calm us down, he got out of the car and explained the situation to the security guard in charge of the entertainment facilities, John Flint.
But John refused to back down.
“Ms. Grove is currently inside celebrating with Mr. Loof and Eira. We only recognize one man as Ms. Grove’s husband.”