Chapter 250 Disappearing Again

Chapter 250 Disappearing Again

"After your car accident, did she even come see you once?" Grace kept talking. "She's living it up with Alex and their kid, happy as can be. But because of her little joke, you got hit and broke your leg. Now you'll be stuck in a wheelchair forever."

"Enough," Matthew said, his voice rough.

"I'm not done yet." Grace stood up, walked over to his wheelchair, and crouched down in front of him, looking straight into his eyes. "Matthew, don't you feel bitter? You gave her everything, and this is how she treats you? You can't stand up anymore, can't live a normal life, and you'll be in pain forever. Meanwhile she's laughing in some other guy's arms. Why does she get to be happy?"

Matthew stared at the photo of Emily's smiling face. It felt like a fire was burning inside him.

He'd been so good to her, and she played him, turning him into a useless wreck.

"You think she'd feel sorry for you now?" Grace said with a hint of a smile. "She won't. She'll just think you got what you deserved."

She sighed, turned toward the door, then glanced back at him. "Matthew, you really are pathetic."

The hospital room door shut.

Matthew sat alone in his wheelchair, staring down at the photos. Emily's bright smile in the pictures stabbed at his eyes.

Slowly, he crumpled the photos into a ball and squeezed them in his fist until his knuckles cracked.

He was a cripple now, stuck in this damn wheelchair. Why should they get to be happy?

Grace smiled the whole way out of the hospital.

She knew Matthew's personality. He seemed polite and gentle, but deep down he was more obsessive than anyone. When he loved Emily, he'd have given her his life. Now that he hated her, he'd destroy her just as easily.

She wanted him to do her dirty work and take down Emily and Alex.

When she got back to the Baker house, Emily was in the living room doing a puzzle with Eleanor.

Eleanor saw her and politely called out, "Aunt Betty."

Grace crouched down and patted Eleanor's head, smiling kindly. "Eleanor's such a good girl."

She stood up and said to Emily, "Miss Johnson, don't you have a prenatal checkup tomorrow? I saw the date marked on the calendar."

Emily checked the reminder on her phone. It was tomorrow.

"Mr. Baker has an important meeting tomorrow and can't go with you. Do you want me to come along?" Grace asked carefully.

Emily thought for a moment, then nodded. "Sure."

The next morning, Grace had a car ready early.

When Emily got in, she noticed the driver was different. It wasn't the usual guy who picked her up, but a young man she'd never seen before.

"Your regular driver took the day off. Mr. Baker arranged a replacement," Grace explained.

Emily glanced at the driver again but didn't say anything and got in.

After the car pulled out, she realized they were going the wrong way.

"Why are we taking this road?" she asked.

The driver looked at her in the rearview mirror, calm as anything. "The usual route is under construction today. This way's faster."

Emily didn't ask more, but she slipped one hand into her bag and found her phone.

Just then, the car suddenly turned into a narrow alley and stopped in a hidden spot between two buildings.

"What are you doing?" Emily didn't even finish before the door was yanked open from outside.

Two men in white coats stood there. One was holding a medical kit.

Emily turned to open the other door, but the driver had already come around and blocked her.

"Sorry about this," one of the men in white said. He grabbed her arm while the other quickly pulled out a mask and pressed it over her nose and mouth.

A sharp smell hit her. Emily struggled a few times before her mind started to fade.

The last thing she saw before blacking out was Grace standing at the alley entrance, watching her. Her eyes held a strange mix of hate, satisfaction, and a tiny bit of fear.

When Emily woke up, she was lying in a strange room.

It was big and nicely decorated, with a private garden full of green plants outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The door opened.

Matthew rolled in on his wheelchair. He wore a light gray loungewear set with a thin blanket over his legs. His face was pale but calm.

Emily looked at him but didn't speak.

"Awake?" Matthew's voice was soft, like he was just chatting about the weather. "Hungry? I had someone make you some porridge."

"You kidnapped me again," Emily said evenly. "You think this is fun?"

"It is." Matthew rolled up to the bed and reached for her hand, but she pulled away.

He looked at his empty hand and smiled. "It's fine. We'll take it slow."

He clapped, and two men in white coats walked in—the same ones from the car.

Emily backed up, on edge. "What are you doing?"

"Don't be scared," Matthew said gently, like a doctor calming a patient. "We're just going to do a little treatment so you'll stay with me nicely."

One man held her shoulders while the other took something out of the medical kit.

It was a helmet-like device covered in wires, connected to a control panel with waveforms on the screen that Emily couldn't read.

"This is TMS, transcranial magnetic stimulation," Matthew explained, sounding almost cheerful. "It targets specific parts of the brain to help you forget some unpleasant things."

Emily's pupils shrank.

She struggled hard, but she was no match for two grown men.

The helmet was fixed onto her head. Magnetic pulses started passing through her skull and into her brain.

It felt weird—not painful, but like something in her mind was being slowly stirred.

Emily clenched her teeth. Tears slipped from the corners of her tightly shut eyes.

Meanwhile, Alex was losing it.

He only found out two hours after Emily was taken. The family driver called and said Betty had told him Alex arranged another car to take Emily to her checkup. Something felt off, so he called Alex.

Alex tried calling Emily right away, but her phone was off.

He rushed to the garage, started the car, and floored it. The car shot out like an arrow.

On the way, he called Michael, his voice ice-cold. "Get everyone we can out there looking. Find her."

But when he found the car, it had been abandoned on a dirt road in the suburbs. The doors were open, and it was empty.

Michael checked the registration. It was under a woman named Betty.