My Husband Doesn't Know I Can See Again

The Greedy Man

Empty? Where did everything go? Why did Harry take all my jewelry?

I was shocked to find the top part of the safe empty. The top part is where I store jewelry. There were five complete jewelry sets and three small boxes containing diamond rings. Most of the jewelry I own is diamond. Then, there were also some gold pieces that I just placed there without their boxes. Those were gone too. If totaled, my entire jewelry collection is worth a million dollars. Fortunately, the documents in the bottom part of the safe are still there and complete. I've checked the contents, nothing has changed, and the documents are still authentic.

I sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, thinking about all this. I picked up the phone that was lying on the floor, wanting to contact someone important.

"Hello, Mr. Darwin? Good afternoon. Sorry to bother you. This is Delia," I greeted when I first connected with someone on the other side.

He is Mr. Darwin, a lawyer who has been my family's lawyer for years. He was also a close friend of my late father.

"Delia? How are you? It's been a long time. I heard you were sick yesterday. Sorry, I couldn't visit you because of a lot of work I couldn't leave," he replied kindly.

"Oh, it's okay, Sir. I want to ask if my husband has ever contacted you or discussed anything important about documents or other assets."

"Mr. Harry? Oh, yes, he did. If I'm not mistaken, about a month ago, he asked to meet with me. He said he wanted to discuss the ownership documents of the boutique."

A boutique? Why?

Besides the large company left by my late father, which is currently managed by Harry, I also have personal assets in the form of a boutique. A boutique I built with my own hard work, and until today, because of my blindness, I have entrusted all the boutique matters to my assistant, Jilliani. Indeed, Jilliani should submit financial reports and the boutique's condition every month. But for some reason, she hasn't contacted me for two months, and I also forgot to contact her. I was too focused on my own condition. Imagine, who wouldn't be stressed if the eyes, a vital organ in my life, weren't functioning well. So, I neglected everything around me.

"Hm... is there a problem with the boutique, Sir?" I asked, with a feeling of fear.

"You don't know? Strange? Harry said he wanted to change the boutique's ownership temporarily because you were sick, and it was on your orders."

What? How could Harry do such a thing? This is really too much. Isn't my father's company enough for him to manage, so he has to add to his burden by managing my boutique?

"And did you agree?" I asked again. My heart was pounding wildly.

"Not yet. I haven't had time. We're planning to meet this week."

Thank goodness. That means the boutique is still safe.

"Hm... here's the thing, Mr. Darwin. Whatever my husband requests, whether he wants to make or change anything related to my assets, I ask that it not be done. Please ask me first if I permit it or not, and you must meet me directly for such matters. I will not delegate it to anyone unless I say so myself," I advised.

"Oh, yes, of course. Yesterday I asked Mr. Harry, and he said he already got your permission, in the form of a power of attorney and your signature."

Hah! When was that? I feel like I never signed any document. Harry forged it. It must be a blank paper with my signature.

"Did you see it?"

"Yes, he sent it via w******p as a photo, and I couldn't approve it. At least I need to see it directly without any hindrance. That's why he asked to meet."

"Here's the thing, Sir, please reject any changes related to my important documents. Whatever it is, Sir. Please also check with the notary if there's been any change in the ownership of the Willford group's assets. And we need to meet, Sir. Whenever you have time, please get in touch with me as soon as possible," I requested.

"Del, is something... going on?" he asked hesitantly. It seems Mr. Darwin just realized it.

"Yes, a bit, Sir. Please help me," I murmured softly. My voice trembled as I tried to hold back tears. I tried to take deep breaths repeatedly to calm my heart.

"Of course, Del, you're my friend's child, of course. I'll check my schedule and get back to you as soon as possible."

"Yes, Sir, thank you very much. Sorry for taking up your time."

"Oh, it's alright. No problem at all. It's my duty after all. Take care of yourself."

"Yes, Sir. Good afternoon."

"Good afternoon," he replied.

The call ended.

"Harry... Harry, how could you be so heartless? Don't you love me anymore? Have you only been after my wealth all this time? It hurts to know that the husband I've been with for two years could do something so cruel. Especially to his own wife. A wife who has helped him raise his social status. Who is Harry, really? Just an ordinary employee, my late father's favorite. If Father hadn't taken a liking to him, maybe he would never have matched me with Harry. In Father's eyes, he was a good man, a hard worker, and his best employee. Father really liked hardworking people. My father never judged someone by their social status. He always looked at the heart. If he thought someone was good, whoever they were, it would definitely be a plus point for Father.

Father must be sad up there, seeing his beloved daughter entrusted to the wrong man. I didn't even realize my tears were falling.

'Father wasn't wrong, Harry was the one who was wrong, misusing Father's trust. Rest easy, Dad, Delia is doing fine here.' I wiped the tears off my cheeks. I have to be strong. I need to secure Father's inheritance quickly.

I just remembered, Father had a trusted person who usually handled office and home affairs. Dylan. I have to contact him.

Where's his number? I've been scrolling through my contacts, but I can't find Dylan's name. Strange? I don't recall deleting his number. Why isn't it in my contact list?

I quickly tidied up the folders scattered on the floor and put them back in the safe. I locked the safe by changing the old PIN code to a new one. A PIN code he could never guess. I'll repay all your actions.

Quickly, I rushed back to the bedroom. There's something I need to find. I opened the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed. I remember always keeping important numbers in my agenda book.

I found it, opened it, and searched for Dylan's name in my handwriting. Here it is, got it. Thank goodness. I'm puzzled, since I was bedridden in the hospital, he never once visited or contacted me. Previously, Dylan routinely provided monthly updates about the company's condition. But for some reason, since the accident back then, he seemed to disappear without a trace.

I dialed his number, and it connected.

"Hello?" I greeted.

"Hello, Delia? Is that you, Delia?" he replied as if in disbelief.

"Yes, Dylan. It's me, Delia."

"Oh my God, thank goodness. I've tried contacting you several times, but couldn't get through. It seems like you blocked my number. I also couldn't visit your house. They said you didn't want to see me. Why? Did I do something wrong? There are many important things I need to tell you," he said quickly without pause.

"Calm down, relax, Dylan. Why are you talking non-stop like that? I'm still here, thank God I'm in good condition. I never blocked your number. I'm just puzzled why your number isn't on my phone. Well, forget it for now. What important thing do you want to tell me?"

"About the car accident that happened to you back then, it turns out that..."

"Yes, who is it?" I replied when I heard someone knocking on the bedroom door.

"It's me, Ma'am, Auntie Yara."

"Yes, just a moment," I replied.

"Dylan, we'll talk more later. Auntie Yara is at the door. Keep my number, I'll contact you. Bye."

I ended the call without waiting for a response from Dylan. I quickly went to the door.

"Yes, Auntie, what's up?" I asked after opening the door.

"There's a doctor downstairs, Ma'am."

A doctor? That must be Dr. Richard. He comes every week to check on my eyes. I don't want to go to the hospital because I feel hopeless. So he comes here to see the progress of the surgery results. That was also at Harry's request. Today is his scheduled visit.

"Dr. Richard?" I replied.

"No, a new one, Ma'am. They said he's the replacement," Auntie Yara answered.

Huh! I frowned when I heard that. A new one? Who? Did Harry replace Dr. Richard, too? Why?