Married to my nemesis-Chapter 251: Mummy, Daddy and me.

Abi’s head snapped to the side with a forceful strike, the sack obscuring her face. Mia, her jaw clenched in fury, glared at Abi.

When Abi showed no response to her provocation, Mia delivered another slap, yet the dimly lit room stayed eerily silent.

Abi smirked in disbelief and looked up, fixing a furious gaze on her men, the ones she’d ordered to abduct Abi.

She barked at them, "Did you administer the sleeping pill?" Her voice was sharp. The two men exchanged glances and silently shook their heads.

To be exact, all they managed to do was render Abi unconscious by striking her with the stick, causing her to lose consciousness. For nearly an hour, she remained silent, completely blacked out.

"Boss, what if she’s dead?" one of the men stammered.

Abi was on the verge of sharply reprimanding him, but his words struck a chord. Quickly, she shifted her focus back to Abi.

There was no way she could be dead yet.

If she were to die, their entire plan would be rendered useless. Her survival was crucial for countering Vixen’s every move and foiling his schemes.

"Are you positive you didn’t strangle her? She’s awfully quiet," Mia remarked, trembling at the thought of Abi being dead.

If she were going to die, it could happen later; for now, she just needed Abi to stay alive. Just this once.

"Well, ma’am, during the entire trip, she remained unusually quiet, and we ended up hitting her on the head," the other man admitted.

They observed Mia as she covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes wide with astonishment.

She stammered, "The mask, take it off her face," she instructed. In the next instant, one of the two men stepped forward and took the mask off her face.

The trio gazed intently at Abi, anticipation etched on their faces as her head drooped to the side.

"Check her breathing," Mia instructed, observing as the man placed a finger under Abi’s nose, holding it there for a moment only to find no sign of breath.

"Ma’am—" He began, but Mia quickly interjected with urgency.

"Her pulse, we need to check it right away. It might give us the answers." Following Mia’s suggestion, the man immediately checked, observing that her veins remained steady.

"Ma’am, she’s fine." The man assured Mia, her anxious expression gradually fading as the truth became clear.

"She was just playing with us the whole time?" Mia remarked, casting a stern glance at Abi, who stayed silent. In the following instant, she angrily slapped Abi, grabbed a handful of her hair, and yanked it closer.

At that instant, Abi let out a wicked laugh, slowly opening her eyes to meet Mia’s gaze.

"Were you that frightened? I almost thought you’d wet yourself," Abi taunted. But in the next moment, Mia snarled as she delivered a sharp slap to Abi.

Abi’s head leaned against her shoulder, drooping slightly towards the ground, but was securely held in place by ropes around her hands and legs.

Her hair was disheveled, and bloodstains began to appear on her face due to a cut on her cheekbone, with her lip now swollen.

Mia advanced towards Abi, seizing her roughly by her tangled hair, forcing them to lock eyes. They exchanged intense, hostile looks, but then Mia made a dismissive noise, her face twisted into a sneer directed at Abi.

"Who does Vixen think he is?" Mia murmured, observing as Abi responded with a smile.

"Why are you asking me that question? Aren’t you and your son—your so-called son—fond of stirring up attention?" Abi remarked to Mia, observing as a frown appeared on her face.

"You’re taken aback, aren’t you? I don’t want you to be so shocked because I’m fully aware of all things concerning my son. Therefore, I’ll allow you some time to ponder. It’s not just me; Vixen and I will both overpower you significantly, and I’m uncertain if you can handle it. So, make your choice," Abi told Mia, only to see Mia respond with a mocking laugh.

"Do you honestly believe you’re a hero? You mentioned Vixen, but what exactly can Vixen do? A man behind bars can’t offer any assistance, and as for you—"

"It doesn’t seem like you’re planning to kill me anytime soon," Abi retorted, spitting in Mia’s face. In response, Mia unexpectedly slapped her, turning her face aside.

"You witch!" Mia shouted at her, meticulously wiping away bits of Abi’s spit. One of her men had already started assisting.

"Just get out of here, you’re worthless," Mia snarled at him, shoving him aside but grabbing the handkerchief he had used to clean her face.

As Mia persisted in clearing away the particles, she paused abruptly when she heard Abi’s sinister laughter.

"Haven’t you noticed? I adore being pursued by my foes just to deliver a powerful retaliation when they least expect it. For now, I suggest you ignore me. Do you really believe you’re clever after what you’ve pulled?" Abi shouted.

However, Mia became agitated by her words, feeling a surge of anger as she lifted her hand to strike Abi, who remained unbothered. Just then, one of the men intercepted Mia’s hand mid-air.

"Ma’am, if we proceed, she’ll be too weakened to execute our plan," he remarked, holding Mia’s hand firmly while she glared at Abi with fury.

Mia, annoyed, redirected her frustration towards the man who had been holding her hand. She let out a growl as she slapped his cheek, causing him to release her wrist.

"I was the one who paid you, not the other way around. If you wanted a job where you could control someone, you should have chosen someone else, not me, understood?" Mia declared, her eyes blazing with anger as she pointed a warning finger at him.

The man gently placed his hand on his cheek, lowered his head a bit, and nodded. "I apologize, ma’am. I won’t do that again," he said with remorse.

"You should know your value," Mia remarked, arching an eyebrow before quickly turning her gaze to Abi, who sat quietly, her face marked by numerous slaps.

"As for you, I can see right through your bluff. There’s nothing you can accomplish. You came off as intimidating when we first crossed paths, but it’s obvious now that you’re just an ordinary individual lacking the power to overcome me. You and Vixen are incapable of doing anything, so accept it," Mia declared to Abi, poking her finger at Abi’s forehead and repeatedly tapping her nail against it, pushing Abi’s head to the side.

"Just be another damn jerk and remember your place, sulker," Mia snapped sharply before storming out of the room.

Abi watched Mia exit, scoffing in disbelief, stunned by her attitude.

Once she recovered, she was determined to give Mia some lessons. However, her mind drifted to Arthur, and she couldn’t shake off the hope that he was being looked after.

He must have been anxious and waiting for her, especially since she had told him not to expect her back soon. She had promised Arthur that when she returned, she would be bringing his father with her.

*

Arthur sat on the floor of his bedroom, his hand resting on the small table beside him. He carelessly smudged some paint onto the paper that covered the bed.

Phebe had briefly stepped out, but soon returned with a maid who helped her wheel a trolley into the room.

When the door opened, Arthur looked toward the entrance and a smile appeared on his face. "Grandma," he greeted casually. He noticed Phebe smiling back as she approached him. She then gently settled down on the rug beside Arthur.

"What are you up to?" Phebe asked with curiosity, raising her hand to gently pat his head. Arthur paused, looked at her, and smiled.

"I’m drawing grandma," he replied, as he resumed sketching with his crayon on the ground.

"Oh, is that so?" Phebe remarked, craning her neck to get a better look at Arthur’s sketch. "Why are there three?" she inquired upon seeing the trio of rough outlines of a human form.

"My teacher asked us to draw our nuclear family."

"Hmm, who are you sketching?"

"Mummy, daddy, and me. The three of us together," Arthur replied with excitement.

The instant he uttered those words, Phebe could not help but gaze at the child; she was certain that he missed his parents, particularly after everything that had transpired.

The unfortunate young boy must have been longing for them so much that he was sketching them.

Phebe wore a gentle smile on her face as her hand rested on Arthur’s hair, softly massaging him while he persisted in his task.

"Do you miss your parents, Arthur?" As soon as Arthur heard Phebe’s question, he turned his head towards her, a gentle smile forming on his face, and nodded in agreement.

Phebe let out a gentle sigh, and deep within, she could not resist hoping and praying that, no matter what was occurring, somehow there would be a glimmer of light to be found at the end of the tunnel.