Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

Nico’s phone wasn’t broken, it was just forced to turn off due to the excessively cold temperatures.

Micaela plugged it in and within moments the phone was on.

The password on her phone had not changed. Micaela entered it, turned it on and had just connected to the Internet for a while when suddenly a program notification message appeared.

“Voice memo successfully uploaded.”

Micaela, somewhat suspicious, immediately opened the recording program and found that it contained a recording of unknown title, recorded twenty hours earlier.

Twenty hours ago?

That means Nico was alive and even recorded a voice on his cell phone twenty hours ago.

The excitement in Micaela’s voice could not be repressed as she told Campoverde: “Nico must still be alive, Campoverde, go up the mountain immediately with the helicopter and keep searching, make sure you find Nico’s people before three hours!”

“Yes, ma’am!”

When Campoverde had left, Micaela pressed record.

The recording, which may have been Nico’s last message before passing out.

The recording was made in an environment where the wind and snow were strong and there was a prickly noise.

His voice came through the bitter wind and snow, broken and fragile -.

“Micaela… I’m an asshole … don’t ever forgive me in this life … and don’t come near me …. . that’s all.”

The black phone slipped from Micaela’s hand as the recording finished playing.

Tears streamed down my face.

Micaela cried and laughed at the irony of it all.

Was he really so naive as to think that if he left this recording, she wouldn’t find out about his accident?

Why didn’t he also tell the people around him to keep the news of his accident completely secret, so that she wouldn’t know about it?

He didn’t even know the effort involved in recording this voice, let alone explaining the aftermath.

Nico the bastard!

He was the one who begged her to forgive her, and now he’s the one telling her not to forgive!

Does he really think it’s all up to him?

Why should he be the one to decide this relationship?

That’s it, right, that’s it? That’s it?

Now, how can this be?

She already knew the news of his accident, ah.

She already… she couldn’t… help but begin to forgive him ah.

What else, just like that?

She had even gotten greedy and wanted more than that ah.

Micaela bent over sobbing as she grabbed her phone, her eyes bursting into tears.

She recorded this voice just to tell him to hate it well and live well.

But was he really so sure she would die if he died?

Nico is right, Nico is a complete and utter asshole.

…

The 40th hour.

Campoverde came huffing and panting back from the snow, pushed open the door and said excitedly, breathing white, “Ma’am, they’ve found Mr. Nico!”

Micaela’s gaze wavered, but a vibrant light emerged from the wild eyes.

Inside the local high-end hospital in Switzerland.

When Micaela arrived, Nico was still in the resuscitation room.

Although still in the danger stage, it was a blessing to find someone.

Micaela calmly instructed Campoverde: “Mr. Campoverde, let Savanna know now, whatever the final outcome, I’m afraid Savanna will have to come to Switzerland to find out the final outcome. Savanna, as Nico’s relative, must come.”

“Okay, I’m on my way.”

Micaela looked at the blinding red light illuminating the resuscitation room, but settled back in her chair.

Since Nico survived the avalanche and was able to wait for help with his last breath, the resuscitation room was no big deal.

He should be able to live well.

After two hours of resuscitation, the doctor left the resuscitation room.

Speaking to Micaela in fluent English, he said, “Mr. Nico is temporarily out of life-threatening danger, but will require some treatment and observation for some time due to damage to some internal organs and some trauma caused by being buried in the snow for too long.”

Micaela nodded and said, “Well, when will he wake up?”

“In about ten hours or so.”

…

Nico was moved to the general ward.

Micaela was at his bedside, watching the drip.

During the night, seven or eight bottles of drops were changed, glucose, vitamins and some unnamed healing drops were hung over and over again.

Micaela had been on guard for too long and had lost some feeling in her back and legs when she got up to move around.

I hadn’t slept all night.

The next morning, Savanna arrived from the field.

They were accompanied by Rabago and Mateo.

They were supposed to have escorted Savanna when they got the news and they weren’t sure if she was coming alone.

At the door to the living room, Micaela met Matthew’s eyes.

They’re all a little unnatural.

Matthew doesn’t like Micaela and has always felt that Micaela has a lot of heart and isn’t very considerate of Nico, and Micaela knows it.

However, Micaela nodded politely to Matthew.

Matthew said nothing and followed Rabago and Savanna into the living room to see Nico.

Savanna screamed and pounced on him, “Brother! Why aren’t you awake yet? Brother don’t leave me and grandfather …. If you leave, what will grandfather and I do if we are alone?”

Micaela, standing outside the room, listening to Savanna’s screams, was tempted to say, your brother is not dead, he is just resting.

But Micaela can also understand Savanna’s uncontrolled emotions.

For all these years, Savanna has been fatherless, and Nico has been more of a father to her than a brother.

The affairs of the Amengual family, large and small, are resisted only by Nico.

Thus, Nico’s presence could be like an umbrella of protection against wind and rain for Savanna.

“Ooooooooo … Brother, you must not die!”

“Cough… cough …”, coughed violently the man in the hospital bed.

Matthew spoke up, “Savanna, get out of the way.”

Savanna lifted her teary little face and looked at Matthew with a puzzled expression, “Huh? What’s wrong?”

“You… you pushed your brother.”

Savanna looked down and hurriedly withdrew her hand.

Nico, in the hospital bed, had woken up, coughing wide-eyed and cursing with a confused frown, “Fuck, who’s gunning for me, you want to die?”

The voice is hoarse and weak, but the tone is powerful.

Rabago and Matthew looked at each other and burst into silent laughter.

Matthew: “All half dead and still strong enough to swear.”

Rabago: “Savanna, it looks like your brother is doing well, and if he can still curse that, he’ll live at least another 50 or 60 years with no problems.”

Matthew: “It’s true what they say about a scourge lasting a thousand years.”

“…” Savanna, still crying, looked at Nico with a little sniffle, “Brother, brother, are you really okay?”

Nico looked at Savanna and frowned, “Who are you?”

A bolt out of the blue.

Savanna wiped her tears and nose hard and brought her face closer, “Brother, are you out of your mind, I’m Savanna! I’m your sister.”

“…” Nico’s brow furrowed more, “How come I have such an ugly sister.”

Savanna: “…”

Even when her brain is wrecked she still undermines people, what a pro!

Matthew rubbed his chin thoughtfully and whispered to Rabago, “What is this guy up to?”.

Rabago whispered, “Maybe it’s popular to play with amnesia stems these days.”

Naturally, Nico noticed the presence of two other older men in the room and raised an eyebrow, “Why, what are you two talking embarrassingly to each other about?”

Matthew: “Have you really lost your memory?”

Nico asked bandittily, “Who are you two?”

Matthew: “Your older brother.”

Nico looked at Rabago: “And you?”.

Rabago: “… your brother-in-law.”

Since this guy had lost his memory, Rabago decided to start counting.

It was something that had been kept from Nico for a long time.

Savanna blushed a little to the side and looked at Nico shyly, she hadn’t explained to Nico about her time with the Lord. Rabago.

Fearing Nico would beat her to death, she never dared to say anything.

Nico looked questioningly at Savanna, “You, my sister, are you married?”

“No, no, no! Not yet … I’m not married yet.” Savanna panicked and hastened to deny it.

When her brother thinks about it, he won’t rip her skin off!

“I told you, look at you, you’re too young, you don’t fit in with this old man”.

Savanna: “…”

Rabago: “Brother, you’re a year older than me, so let’s not laugh at each other with fifty paces.”

Even with memory loss, the mouth is still so poisonous.

“What’s all this nonsense about calling you brother, aren’t you still married to her?”

Rabago: …

You’ve obviously been in the game, but you’re still nosy, that’s Nico!

Finally, Nico saw a slender figure in the doorway of the room and frowned, “Get out of the way guys, don’t block my view.”

The crowd moved out of the way.

Nico’s gaze landed squarely on the exceedingly beautiful woman in the doorway.

“Who are you again?”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Bandit’s tone of voice was like a sudden return to the way it was, when we first met.

Micaela froze and was about to speak when Savanna already rushed to speak first: “Brother, it’s your wife!”.

Nico looked incredulous, “I can’t believe I’m married.”

“Yes brother! Brother, look at the beauty of your sister-in-law!”

Nico looked a little bitter about being married, but when he saw Micaela, he grinned rakishly again, “She’s very pretty, no wonder I’m willing to step on the grave of marriage with you.”

“…”

Micaela didn’t quite get used to Nico talking to her in such a bitchy way for a while.

It had been two years since he had spoken to her in that tone.

Nico motioned to Savanna, “Help me sit up.”

Savanna dutifully lifted Nico’s hospital bed and helped him lean back down.

Nico greeted Micaela at the door, like a grandfather, “Aren’t you my wife, come here, why are you standing there? I’m hurt like this, why don’t you come over and talk to me?”.

Mateo raised an eyebrow when he saw Micaela at the door, watching the playful banter, “Sister-in-law, go over there, Nico is calling you.”

Nico didn’t like it and shot Mateo a look, “You’re not going to call her anything sister-in-law, she’s much younger than you, an old cow!”.

Mateo: “Yes, yes, yes, yes, you too, an old cow, eating young grass.”

Micaela took a deep breath and moved closer to Nico’s bed as he took her hand in his.

Her hands were cold.

Nico frowned and looked at her with concern, “Why are your hands so cold? Let me cover them.”

Side intimacy.

Micaela is a little uncomfortable, “Nico…”

Nico held her hand firmly and shouted to the others, “Why don’t you two get out of here and be a light bulb.”

Micaela: “…”

The crowd: “… got out and you guys did good.”