Never Blinded by Love (Linda and Wilson)

Ida was basking in her triumph. Linda was no longer Mrs. Wilson. She was divorced from William, and Felix Group had lost its power. Ida felt like Linda had lost everything.

With a sneer full of sarcasm, she said, "Linda, did you really think sacrificing everything to William for four years would make him love you?

"So what if I wasn't his real savior? With Joanne's help, I'll eventually become his true savior once you're out of the picture."

Linda was in too much pain to respond. Her pale hands hung limply by her sides, clenched tight.

Sweat trickled down her forehead as her face turned ghostly pale. She bit her lips hard, trying to endure the agony coursing through her body.

Noticing Linda's condition, Ida laughed, and the housekeepers around her joined in.

"Ms. Felix, with acting skills like yours, you should try show business. It's too bad Mr. Wilson is gone he'll never see your brilliant performance again."

Ida laughed again. "Linda, are you still dreaming? Do you still think you're the Felix family's pampered heiress? Let me tell you, you're not. Your father, who gave you that status, is dead.

"Your company is no longer under your control, and you're no longer Mrs. Wilson. You're just a pathetic fool, a lost soul with nowhere to go. You're nothing now!"

Ida repeated this taunt until Linda's head spun and her vision blurred.

The housekeepers looked at Linda with contempt. They weren't going to waste this opportunity.

"Ms. Felix, why did you overestimate yourself? Mr. Wilson won't believe a word you say. Think about it-after four years of marriage, you've exhausted all his trust."

Linda gritted her teeth and tried to move away as she planned to leave the Wilson residence.

But before she could take a step, she collapsed onto the cold floor, next to a recently retracted foot. It was the housekeeper who had spoken earlier, now wearing an apologetic facade. "Sorry, Ms. Felix, I didn't see you there." Pain seared through Linda's limbs, nearly drowning her in despair. Every inch of her body, down to her bones, felt like it was burning.

Seeing her condition, Ida squatted down and lifted Linda's chin with her finger to force her to meet her gaze.

Her voice was soft but laced with mockery, while her tone was sympathetic but her words cruel. "Linda, do you realize how pathetic you are now? You're like a rat scurrying through the streets. Everyone wants to get rid of you!" In a split second, she released Linda's chin and stood up with a housekeeper's help. After taking the handkerchief offered to her, she wiped her fingers as if she'd touched something filthy. Ida's face was twisted in disgust.

Linda's eyes were bloodshot, a stark contrast to her ashen face. She tried to get up, but the pain in her waist was excruciating.

"Are you still trying to get up, you dead rat? How delusional." Ida sneered.

At Ida's signal, the housekeeper delivered a brutal kick to Linda's abdomen.

Linda gasped, and the pain left her too weak to move.

Ida feigned shock and theatrically scolded the housekeeper, "What's wrong with you? Don't you know Ms. Felix just had a miscarriage?"

She rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "It must be incredibly painful, huh?"

Linda glared at Ida and the housekeeper with her eyes burning with fury.

Satisfied with her performance, Ida decided it was time to stop.

"Alright, that's enough. There's no need to drag this out. Even if William were here, he wouldn't even pity you. There's no point in wasting your acting skills."

At that moment, a commotion erupted at the door.

"My patience has limits," Samson Lynch declared as his cold eyes swept over the unmoving bodyguards at the door.

Finally, his patience waned. "You have two choices-let me in, or I'll take you down, and you can come to my company for compensation."

The bodyguards remained unmoved. With a deadly glint in his eyes, Samson swiftly took them out and entered the Wilson residence.

Seeing Linda on the floor, he immediately scooped her up.

"Linda!" he exclaimed while cradling her and glaring at Ida. "Ida, expect my revenge. Mr. Felix is indeed gone, but Linda is not alone."

Facing Samson's threat, Ida smirked, showing no sign of guilt, and was even more defiant. "John is dead-who will protect her now? You? Who are you?"NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Feeling Linda growing weaker in his arms, Samson carried her out of the villa.

Linda was conscious but couldn't speak. At first, she heard Samson's voice, but it soon faded into the air, becoming a distant echo.

...

While in a hospital bed, Linda had a long, vivid, and blissful dream. It was filled with memories that weren't just her solo performance.

Despite William's words, he had come that day, and her worries vanished the moment he appeared. It was the most stunning smile she had in days, and it was as if she had witnessed the most beautiful moonlight in the world. But it was just an incredibly vivid dream. How could dreams turn into reality? In the end, he didn't come.

The sharp smell of disinfectant filled her nostrils. It felt oddly familiar to Linda.

Accompanied by the medical machines' rhythmic ticking, she slowly opened her eyes. The pain engulfed Linda, almost drowning her.

Samson, who had been by her side, immediately stood up when he saw her awake. "Linda, you're awake."

His eyes were filled with concern that Linda hadn't seen in a long time, not since John's death.

"Samson..."

"How are you feeling now? Do you need a doctor to check on you?" Samson asked while pressing the nurse's call button. "You've been asleep for a whole day and night. Did you know that?" Linda was surprised. "Did I sleep that long?"

"Yeah, and you scared me half to death."

Linda forced a faint smile. She hadn't realized how long she'd slept and only knew she'd been in such a blissful dream that she didn't want to wake up.

A doctor came to examine her and advised her to rest well.

"I feel much better now," Linda said.

Samson sat on a nearby chair. "You didn't even complete your recovery period. So, what made you run out in the middle of this freezing weather?" Linda's face was still pale, and her lips were dry and cracked. She said to Samson, "Thank you, Samson."

"There's no need for thanks between us. It was thanks to you and your family that I could return to the Lynch family and have the life I have now."

Samson avoided mentioning John's name as he was aware that Linda was too weak to handle any emotional stress.

He helped her sit up, propping her against the pillow. "Have you divorced William? What happened?"