My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 344

"Donald cheated on your mother on purpose to infuriate her. For all these years, I've been living with them and watching. I know that Donald loves my sister very much, but he loves her too humbly. Sometimes he's strict with you, but he doesn't mean it to be harsh to you, rather, it may be because he loses control of his temper. Don't blame him."

"And... In the end, Donald didn't get anything."

Betty looked at her guiltily and drawled word by word, "Donald took Connie home, and the conflict between him and your mother got more intense. In the end, Connie miscarried and your mother was imprisoned... Your mother pressed him with her life, and Donald secretly let her go." Until now, no one knew where Mary had gone except Donald.

After that, Betty looked at her quietly and nervously. She had been tortured by her conscience for deceiving Christina about this matter.

"Your mother didn't actually commit suicide, Donald asked all of us to hide it... He didn't want you to know, and he didn't want you to have a bad impression of your mother." He chose to protect her until the end.

Christina managed to remain composure.

After a while, she spoke in a calm voice, "Connie said it... When my father first entered the operating room, she seemed to be too scared and said it like she had gone crazy."

Christina's voice grew lower and lower. "So, everything I know is fake, right?"

"Yes, it's fake," Betty said, feeling so guilty that she did not dare to lock gaze with her, but she told Christina with a pressed voice, "But your life is not fake, and the people around you..."

Suddenly, there was a flurry of footsteps at the elevator door.

Patrick.

When Christina identified the man walking slowly towards her from the elevator, she froze, her face deadpan.

It was not until Betty tugged at her sleeve and the man with an outstanding temperament stood half a metre away that Christina regained her senses.

Perhaps because the fluorescent light overhead was too white and dazzling, Christina felt like he was but an illusion.

Patrick Hopkins, the privileged descendent of the Hopkins family, appeared in front of her.

Christina suddenly felt a verge to cry, a surge of emotions rushing up from the bottom of her heart, and her weepy eyes went blurred with tears.

It was as if she had been suppressing a great grievance she had been suffering, but once she cast eyes on him, she suddenly didn't want to bear it anymore and just wanted to burst into wailing.

But Christina did not cry. Her stubborn eyes stared at the man who suddenly appeared in silence.

Her clear eyes were beautiful, glistening with tears. With crystal liquids swirling in her eyes, she seemed like a child stifling her impulse, wanting to sob but daring not to.

As if it was her body's instinctive reaction, she stood up straight from the chair and stepped forward, appearing to approach him.

But no. Christina rose up, turned around, and strode away with her back to him.

Betty did a double-take. She glanced at the indifferent man in front of her and then turned to look at her niece trotting along the cold corridor of the hospital to the end of the ward as if fleeing.

Why did Patrick suddenly appear?

Betty did not question but immediately ran after Christina.

"Patrick, don't you see Christina?"

When Charles arrived from the other elevator, he looked at the motionless man standing there bemused.

Patrick still had his usual look of grimness. He gazed in the direction of the end of the corridor, a hidden nervousness in his deep and unfathomable eyes.

Charles thought he didn't know which ward to go to, so he pointed to the end of the corridor and told him, "Mrs. Dickens is in the VIP ward at the end of this floor, Donald is in the ICU on the seventh floor... Christina might be in the ward at the end of this floor because the doctor won't let them in after Donald's operation."

Charles gushed and walked quickly forward.

"Patrick, don't you want to see her?" Charles sensed something only when he turned around to find Patrick not following his pace.

Charles perceived something weird in his reactions. Once they received the news that Donald got sick and was admitted to the hospital, he got up and drove over instantly. But why didn't he go to see Christina now that he was already here?

Patrick looked at the ward at the end of the corridor and wobbled.

At this moment, a burly bodyguard walked over quickly behind him, his voice a little anxious, "Mr. Hopkins, the Dickens family's surveillance was taken out. We've found a major accident in the past..."

Charles looked astonished. He didn't even know that Patrick had sent someone to install surveillance cameras in the Dickens family.

Just as he was about to enquire what it was, Patrick suddenly spoke, "Go over and take a look at her."

"What?"

Charles hesitated for a second.

"Go over and look at Christina now," Patrick repeated in an impatient tone, appearing extremely agitated and uneasy.

"Patrick, why don't you look for her..."

Charles swore that he didn't mean to provoke him, but the words just slipped out.

However, Patrick squinted, his eyes cold and gloomy, causing a chill crawling down Charles's spine.

"I'll go now."

Charles immediately responded and strode away.

The bodyguard behind him continued to report something to Patrick solemnly, which Charles couldn't hear clearly but seemed to be quite serious. The bodyguard said vaguely, "...Connie sent someone to do it."