THE TRADED WIFE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 201 - チャプター 210

“Abigail, dear, I need to go to the bank urgently as tomorrow is a weekend. Please take care of Ms Sara for me. I will return within an hour,” Ella said as she held her purse ready to leave.​“It’s okay. I will watch,” Abigail replied with a nod of assurance.​“Thank you, I will be back,” Ella replied, offering a polite smile before leaving.​Abigail adjusted the master bedroom curtain, letting in the sunlight. She returned to her space and checked all the machines.​“It’s good.” She relived and glanced over the lying woman with a brief smile before muttering, “I know, you will be fine soon.”​Unseen by Abigail, a pair of eyes lingered at the room door in silent observation, then slipped away. Elsewhere in the house, the atmosphere shifted as Byron moved through the corridors.​Once Byron entered the living area, Martin was already present there.​“Good morning, Boss,” Martin greeted him.​Byron nodded. “What’s the matter?” he asked, knowing Martin never showed up without reas

“Sara, you need to be fine!” Byron drove crazily down the road, his eyes kept imagining his sister’s smiling face as he geared up.​In the mansion, all the staff from the ground floor moved out safely, but on the second floor, where Sara’s master bedroom was, there were still a few servants present in panic as flames roared in all directions, devouring curtains line by line, leaving only burnt ashes before it crawled up the walls, thickening the dark smoke in the air.Everything looked completely messed up by the fire and the heavy black smoke, making it hard to see clearly and blurring vision.“Please, someone help! We are here! Ms Sara is also here!” The two elderly women coughed as they shouted repeatedly for help.“I think everyone left.” One of them got tears.“Don’t think like that, Ms Sara is still here. Someone surely comes to save her. We can also be saved by them.”Hearing her words, the first woman nodded and tried to pray, when suddenly the flame widened outside the room.

Ella’s words made him dwell with mixed thoughts when suddenly the guy's voice came, who saved Sara, “Ms Ella, yes, she was with Ms Sara. If she had not got up the stairs, it would have been difficult for us to rescue her. But I recalled asking her to follow us behind. I think she couldn't keep up with the speed. Don’t worry. I will go and check.”​As soon as the guy explained, everyone, including Ella, nodded.​Martin’s car finally appeared. He saw the house and Byron. He rushed to him.​“Boss!”​Byron instantly gave him the key and ordered, “Save Sara!”​Martin could react, but Byron already ran towards the mansion.​Seeing that, the guy and everyone felt lost with terror.​Martin clenched his hands and watched him leave before finally deciding to take the car to save Sara. Believing Byron will be fine.​In the mansion,“Abigail!” Byron shouted her name repeatedly as he checked around. But every corner flamed with fire, leaving nothing behind.​This scenario filled his heart

On the other hand, Byron entered the ward and looked over the sleeping figure of Abigail, only to recall the doctor’s words line by line.​‘Ms Abigail is with child.’ ‘ She has just entered her fifth month.’He stayed in the same spot, unmoving, for a while as he gazed at her calm face, but when he couldn't hold out any longer, his phone suddenly vibrated, and the caller was Martin.​“Boss, we found it…”​His voice was enough to make him realise what this was about, and he simply ordered, without moving his gaze from her, “Speak the name.”​“It was Jake’s Son, Marco. He wanted his dad’s death revenge from the King.” Martin’s voice got serious as he never thought that Jake’s son would make this fast action against Byron. Even though they barely got people who can help him against The Mafia King.​Byron’s nose flared to think about fire as he instructed in a shrill tone, “Caught him alive without any mercy.”​Martin knew what it meant. Like, make the enemy beg for death without gi

WARNING!“Boss, we found Marco. He was trying to escape from the ship route after burning the mansion with the help of other small parties. They thought they could run, but we caught all of them with huge ships and black money.” Martin reported over the phone.​Byron threw the half-burnt cigar over the floor and crushed it mercilessly before giving the order in a shrill tone, “Send him to the third degree torture room and inform our men, they are free to perform anything with him except making him die until I arrive.” His last pitch was enough to send shivers down the spine.​“Alright, Boss.” Martin understood him and agreed instead.​Byron put the phone inside his pocket and glanced over pale and thin Sara for a brief moment before finally leaving the ward in a hurry to meet the real culprit, Marco, when suddenly his feet paused for a second in another ward. But he did not get inside, just averted his gaze to move to his own work.​In the dark room, all men are happily torturing