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It's Hard to Control My Naughty Wife!

Chapter 798: NO ONE WILL TAKE MIKA AWAY FROM YOU
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Chapter 798: NO ONE WILL TAKE MIKA AWAY FROM YOU

This room felt very stuffy and gloomy, as Kia didn't turn on the lights and closed all the windows.         

    

And when Misha sat down on the carpeted floor, Kia opened her eyes. Her eyes looked dazed and she immediately found Misha's figure in this room.     

Kia didn't give any reaction, she just stared at Misha blankly, as if she didn't see him there and this worried Misha even more.     

He got closer to the bed and saw Mika sleeping there with her face still showing traces of tears, she was crying for a long time.     

And because Kia didn't say anything, Misha just kept quiet and sat there. The atmosphere of this room was very quiet while the air felt very heavy.     

Until finally, a few moments later, Kia finally spoke, she said in a low and hoarse voice.     

"Did you come here to take Mika from me?" asked Kia in a low voice, like a whisper, if it wasn't for the very quiet room, Misha wouldn't be able to hear her voice.     

"No. I came because I was worried about you."     

"Really?"     

"Of course."     

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Then came the sound of a sad laugh. "It's nice when someone is worried about you, isn't that so?" asked Kia.     

Now she was thinking about what happened in the past, the memories she had long forgotten and ignored. They all came back to her without her asking.     

She tried to bury the memories back, but she couldn't, the more she tried to forget it, the more she remembered every detail of what happened.     

Plus Mika. If Misha tried to take Mika away from her, then she couldn't do anything. She had nothing and felt so helpless.     

"You need help, Kia," said Misha in a low voice. "You're not only hurting yourself, but also hurting Mika with these actions of yours."     

What Misha meant, of course, was not only physical assistance, but also psychological assistance.     

Kia had all her negative feelings bottled up for too long, so that when something that could trigger it happened, she couldn't control herself. All these emotions came like a broken dam and Kia didn't know how to handle it all.     

And then, her body and mind shut down, because she had too much to feel.     

"If you want to take Mika, there's nothing I can do," said Kia, she didn't seem to hear what Misha said and chose to talk to herself now.     

"I won't take Mika, I will take care of her and you can meet her anytime," Misha said in a low voice. "You know that if you can't continue like this, you will hurt yourself and in addition, Mika will also be hurt because of your actions."     

Kia was silent for a moment, she then looked at her little daughter who had accompanied her for the past week and didn't make a fuss, as if she knew that Kia was 'sick' and needed to calm down.     

She would quietly climb onto the bed and lie down beside her hugging her tightly.     

She didn't even whine and ask for anything, it was just that, when she saw Kia cry, she would cry too, because she didn't know what else she should do.     

Kia took a deep breath and caressed Mika's face lovingly.     

"I think Mika is very unlucky because she was born to me, if she was born to someone else, she would have a much better life."     

Misha frowned when he heard that. "I don't think Mika would feel that way. She loves you so much."         

    

The two of them spoke very quietly, afraid that their voices would wake Mika up, but the little girl was fast asleep and didn't seem like she would wake up for a while.     

"I will take care of her and visit you often," said Misha. "You don't need to worry about it. She will be fine."     

Kia didn't answer those words and just stared at Mika's sleeping face for a long while, until she started talking again.     

"When I think about Mika's future, I get scared." Kia then stroked Mika's cheek gently. Her eyes looked dazed as she stared at her daughter's face. "I have no money, I have no skills, I'm afraid that she won't get what she needs."     

Kia was afraid that Mika would lack and have difficulties in her life.     

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She just wanted to be realistic. The affection and love she gave to Mika would not be enough for her, where she could not provide the best education and send her to a good school.     

Maybe now Mika didn't ask about her father, but one day, Kia would have to explain why she didn't have a father.     

And on the other hand, Misha had everything, he could give what she couldn't to Mika and guarantee her future.     

"Mika's future will be better if she is with you," said Kia in a trembling voice. "But that thought just makes me angry. I feel all of this is unfair, because everything would be taken from me and I feel like I can never be enough."     

Kia then looked at Misha, her eyes filled with tears.     

"Why am I not enough?"     

Misha felt his heart squeeze when he saw the tears falling from Kia's eyes and heard her trembling voice.     

Kia couldn't look fondly at her old family, or remember them in bright light, now she couldn't build a small family with Mika either.     

The future that Kia saw now felt very bleak and she was afraid, the more she thought about it, the worse she felt. Kia felt like her heart was going to burst as her head kept buzzing painfully.     

There were voices inside her head that made her even sadder.     

Kia didn't know when Misha moved, but when she opened her eyes, Misha was already beside her and embracing her, as if to keep her from being crushed any further than this.     

"No one will take Mika away from you, when you get better, then you can be with Mika again."     

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