The Villainess Married The Evil CEO-Chapter 49: Are You Even A Man?

Abigail felt a jolt of pain in her stomach, making her hiss as she stretched her hand toward the injured area. To her surprise, there was a steel-like thing attached to her stomach, making her heart sink.

She knew what had happened. It’s just that she didn’t want to accept her fate. Tears rolled down her eyes because of pain as she groaned, falling to her knees.

Everyone around her started screaming as a few people called for help. The guards of the hotel rushed over to help her pull out the knife.

Nicholas, who was supposed to be the one helping her being her husband, stood there, frozen. His eyes stuck to the lady on the ground. His mind in utter chaos.

What just happened?

He had felt a sudden push that made him almost fall. At first, he thought his wife was merely irritating him once again. So after regaining his footing, he turned at once to scold the lady when he saw the above scene happening.

Someone stabbed her...?

How?

When?

No.... Abigail was afraid of blood!

Nicholas’s mind went blank at the sight of his troublesome and hateful wife trembling because of the sight of blood. Before he could respond, her eyes rolled as she fell to the ground, unconscious. Who knows what made her lose consciousness. He didn’t know whether it was the pain of being stabbed or the sight of blood.

Perhaps both.

"Abigail!" Another familiar voice screamed in utter shock and anxiety from behind him.

Asher rushed from behind and even bumped into Nicholas, but he couldn’t care less about his status as a cousin-in-law in the face of Abigail dying. He had just been away for a short reporting phone call from his assistant when such a sight greeted him. His mind went blank for a moment before he practically ran, screaming her name.

His face was full of anxiety, as if he couldn’t believe such a thing happened. It should be Chloe, shouldn’t it?

He dropped to the ground and pushed the guards aside, pulling the unconscious lady from the ground in his arms. Even he hadn’t realized that his hands were slightly trembling as beads of sweat rolled down his temples.

Asher looked more like a husband than Nicholas.

The latter finally woke up from his dazed state as he pulled out his phone. He quickly regained his composure as if he hadn’t been the one to become frozen on the spot at the sight of his own wife getting stabbed.

"Hello, ambulance?" Nicholas proceeded to talk without glancing at Abigail.

Not that he didn’t care at all. He was afraid that he would fall into the sea of unnecessary emotions if he spared her a single glance. At this time, he didn’t think getting frozen and continuing to hold onto the lady was any way to save her.

He had to be the rational one here, unlike Asher.

Nicholas’s brows furrowed.

He was Abigail’s husband, so why was his cousin getting anxious for no reason? He didn’t spend much time thinking about it because, somehow, in the back of his mind, he already knew the answer to that question.

A hint of jealousy filled his heart, but he pushed that thought aside. Saving Abigail was more important to him than spending his useless time getting anxious.

So Nicholas started to make a series of calls while Asher continued to hold onto the woman’s wounded stomach, pressing into the injury. He was trying hard to stop the flow of blood.

"Someone, call the ambulance!" Asher finally yelled those words and glanced about.

Nicholas didn’t bother replying as he got busy calling doctors one after another. Even he didn’t know why he was working so hard for a woman he thought he hated.

Didn’t he want Abigail to die already?

Of course, even though his hatred seemed to have reduced a little, he still didn’t feel a single trace of warmth for the woman. Why would he save her?

He didn’t know.

It took a few hours for them to get Abigail to the hospital. Thankfully, it wasn’t too late, and the doctors successfully saved her life. Of course, Nicholas’s contacts did a good job at the moment as the doctors made saving the woman their first priority.

A day later.

Asher and Nicholas stood outside the ward where Abigail was placed. Her operation was successful, and the doctors even found the appropriate blood type to fill in the loss. Everything went well.

That was why Nicholas, seeing his cousin was still standing there, went back to the hotel to get some rest and take a bath. He knew that the man could handle his wife in his absence.

So he only returned a few minutes ago to see her being shifted to a VIP ward from the ICU.

Since he rested for two hours, he also wanted Asher to return. Of course, again, not that he cared. It was just a formality that Nicholas was used to when talking to others, especially his damned family members whom he never liked.

"You can go back and take some rest." His cold and icy voice finally echoed into his cousin’s ears.

Asher, who had just gotten himself together after hours of waiting for the doctors’ news, felt a bubble of anger bursting from his chest. He looked at his cousin with his eyes still red. "You.. Are you even a man?"

"What do you mean?" Nicholas didn’t like the way the man blamed him. "I did everything I could to save her. You should thank me for my connections."

"Thank you?!" Asher chuckled coldly as he walked in front of his cousin and asked, "I should thank you? You know, I had planned earlier to stay away from the two of you. Whatever I said earlier was merely for fun, but I think I should get serious."

His smile vanished as he looked at Nicholas. "She almost died because of you. If it were me, I would never let her get stabbed and continue to stand there like a fool. She deserves a better man in her life. Not someone like you, someone who can’t feel a single emotion even when she is facing death."

Nicholas’s face darkened as he looked back.

He didn’t offer any explanation because he knew if he hadn’t rushed to make calls to his contacts in this country, saving Abigail would have been difficult. As for his cousin’s threat...

Nicholas welcomed it with open arms. He didn’t have a single trace of emotion for the woman anyway. After the contract ended, he had already planned to separate. It would be better if someone were to give him the contract money in exchange for Abigail’s freedom and that someone could be Asher.