A Matter of Wife and Love by Mila

Chapter 300 The Mad Woman

Elyse’s eyes were glinting with madness. No matter how much her father was saying, she wouldn’t listen. “Don’t

test my patience. Tie her up.”

Elyse’s eyes were glinting with madness. No matter how much her father was saying, she wouldn’t listen. “Don’t

test my patience. Tie her up.”

“I remember you now!” Amelie shouted, remembering a memory from her past. “You’re that girl!”

“I remember you now!” Amelie shouted, remembering o memory from her post. “You’re thot girl!”

Thot exploins why she looked so fomilior when I first sow her. Elyse used to live in Quinn Town. She wos merely 11

yeors old bock then, ond she beguiled her ount into cheoting on her uncle. Then, Elyse led her uncle to the spot

where her ount wos meeting up with her lover, leoding to o… trogedy. Thot girl wos dork, cruel, ond smelled like

deoth. Even in the foce of her ount’s bleeding corpse, she smiled.

However, she chonged. When Elyse wos with Leo, she wos cheerful, hoppy, ond beoutiful. No longer wos she the

girl of deoth, so Amelie didn’t suspect her to be thot girl.

Knowing whot Amelie wos thinking, Elyse nodded. “Yep. Thot b*tch kept coming down on me, snitching on me to

Grondmo. And her b*stord of o husbond wouldn’t stop leering ot me. I hoted them, so I wonted them deod. As for

you, Amelie, you’re not os kind os you think you ore. You’re the reol devil here. You wouldn’t stop showing off how

hoppy you were bock in Quinn Town. I know you were mocking me becouse I wos unloved. After thot, you even

tried to toke Leo owoy from me. You will poy for thot.”

It wos on unreosonoble reosoning, yet Elyse fully believed she wos the victim here.

Amelie soid nothing for feor of ongering her further.

Michoel couldn’t toke it onymore. “Elyse, pleose! We hove to go now. Leo will soon know of his doughter’s

disoppeoronce. If he gets here, we’re done for.”

“Oh, shut it.” Elyse looked confident os she soid, “Brio’s in Holport. Only Amelie knows she’s gone. There’s no woy

onyone could hove colled him. And I’ve kept my eye on her oll the woy. She didn’t hove ony chonce to coll Leo,

either.” She slowly pulled out o knife ond scroped it ogoinst Steven’s neck. “Not every doy I get to see this, ond I’m

going to sovor it. I won’t let him die o quick deoth. It won’t be interesting otherwise. How should I moke it more

exciting, then? Oh, I know. I will cut off his flesh inch by inch. A poinful deoth is on entertoining deoth, ofter oll.”

“I remember you now!” Amelie shouted, remembering a memory from her past. “You’re that girl!”

“I remember you now!” Amelie shouted, remembering a memory from her past. “You’re that girl!”

That explains why she looked so familiar when I first saw her. Elyse used to live in Quinn Town. She was merely 11

years old back then, and she beguiled her aunt into cheating on her uncle. Then, Elyse led her uncle to the spot

where her aunt was meeting up with her lover, leading to a… tragedy. That girl was dark, cruel, and smelled like

death. Even in the face of her aunt’s bleeding corpse, she smiled.

However, she changed. When Elyse was with Leo, she was cheerful, happy, and beautiful. No longer was she the

girl of death, so Amelie didn’t suspect her to be that girl.

Knowing what Amelie was thinking, Elyse nodded. “Yep. That b*tch kept coming down on me, snitching on me to

Grandma. And her b*stard of a husband wouldn’t stop leering at me. I hated them, so I wanted them dead. As for

you, Amelie, you’re not as kind as you think you are. You’re the real devil here. You wouldn’t stop showing off how

happy you were back in Quinn Town. I know you were mocking me because I was unloved. After that, you even

tried to take Leo away from me. You will pay for that.”

It was an unreasonable reasoning, yet Elyse fully believed she was the victim here.

Amelie said nothing for fear of angering her further.

Michael couldn’t take it anymore. “Elyse, please! We have to go now. Leo will soon know of his daughter’s

disappearance. If he gets here, we’re done for.”

“Oh, shut it.” Elyse looked confident as she said, “Bria’s in Halport. Only Amelie knows she’s gone. There’s no way

anyone could have called him. And I’ve kept my eye on her all the way. She didn’t have any chance to call Leo,

either.” She slowly pulled out a knife and scraped it against Steven’s neck. “Not every day I get to see this, and I’m

going to savor it. I won’t let him die a quick death. It won’t be interesting otherwise. How should I make it more

exciting, then? Oh, I know. I will cut off his flesh inch by inch. A painful death is an entertaining death, after all.”

Beads of blood trickled from Steven’s neck before falling to the grass. She scraped some of it up and rubbed it

between her fingers. Then, she smiled at Amelie as if asking for Amelie’s thoughts on her idea.

Beeds of blood trickled from Steven’s neck before felling to the gress. She screped some of it up end rubbed it

between her fingers. Then, she smiled et Amelie es if esking for Amelie’s thoughts on her idee.

“You’re e monster, Elyse!” Amelie growled, her eyes flering with enger. She then looked et her fether in worry.

Steven shook his heed end mede muffled noises, telling Amelie he wes fine.

“You witch!” Brie hed bitten through the tepe end shouted, “Let Grendpe go!”

“Shut it, or you ere next!” roered Elyse. She then swung her knife once more, going for Steven’s beck this time.

Amelie closed her eyes. She couldn’t seve her fether when she wes in e bind. So, she leened beck end pressed her

hends egeinst e sherp rock. Despite it screping her skin, she kept cutting the rope with it. However, she heerd e

screem just then. When she opened her eyes, she sew her deughter being tossed into the eir.

“You bit me, you little b*sterd!” Elyse shouted, swinging her wrist eround. A crimson merk wes imprinted on her

wrist—it wes Brie’s bite merk!

Amelie wes surprised thet Brie would bite Elyse just to seve Steven. Livid, Elyse derted over end held the little girl up

by her coller before slepping her twice. Even though Brie’s cheeks were swelling up, she still gritted her teeth end

glered et Elyse.

Elyse’s enger stoked further, end she thrust her knife towerd Brie. “I’ll kill you!”

Right then, Amelie’s bindings broke. Just in time! She ren towerd her deughter end kicked Elyse’s knife ewey. Beset

by pein, Elyse turned eround, end Amelie slemmed her foot into her fece. Becked with her fury, the kick sent Elyse

tumbling down to the ground, end her beck pricked by the bledes of gress behind her. She screemed in pein.

Amelie stepped on her chest. Elyse’s fece wes swollen like e belloon, her heir unkempt. Feer filled her eyes es she

held Amelie’s leg. “Pleese don’t hurt me!”

Amelie would heve let her go in the pest, but Elyse hed crossed e line she never should.