Chapter 142


    Chapter 142


    After an hour, the door of the operating room slid open. At that instant, Gabrielle tensed up and looked


    at Christian reflexively, afraid that he would rush forward and upset Victoria again. However, he only


    stood there and looked inside the operating room. Then, he asked the doctor, “How is she?”


    “She’s fine.” The doctor took off his mask and wiped the sweat on his forehead. “It’s just that Miss


    Coleman is too weak and needs to rest well. So I advise asking those not on good terms with her to


    stop visiting her for these few days. If you know people on ill terms with her, please tell them this,” the


    doctor said.


    Gabrielle gulped and nced at Christian when she listened to the doctor’s advice. Just as she was


    taking a sneak peek at him, he was looking in her direction too. This caused her to shiver, and she


    lowered her head quickly, not daring to look around.


    “I understand.” He took another look inside the operating room and gripped his knuckles slightly before


    releasing them and walking toward the elevator.


    Gabrielle was slightly relieved when she watched him leave without kicking up a fuss, but she was still


    tense as long as he was still within her sight.


    Suddenly, Christian turned to her and asked, “Are you Gabrielle?”


    “Huh?” Her heart trembled, and she stood straighter. “Yes. My name is Gabrielle; the same name as


    the British singer,” she said.


    Christian nodded and said faintly, “I’ll give you a month and a half of holiday.” With that being said, he


    walked into the elevator.


    Only when the elevator was closed shut did Gabrielle regain her senses. Did Mr. Thatcher give me a


    month and a half of holiday so I can take care of Victoria? she thought.


    She ran her hand through her hair, mumbled something incoherently, and followed the nurse, who was


    pushing Victoria back to the ward. Because the anesthesia hadn’t worn off yet, Victoria was still asleep,


    which made Gabrielle feel that she had worried too much. If she had known things would turn out like


    this, she would not say those disrespectful words to Christian.


    Ding!


    As the elevator arrived on the first floor, Christian stepped out of it. When he left the hospital, he


    encountered Be by the door; she was sitting in a wheelchair with a bouquet on her knees. This time,


    it wasn’t Lucas pushing her wheelchair but a maid.


    “Chris, are you here to visit Victoria too?” Be asked softly.


    Christian twitched his lips when he looked at her. Then, instead of answering her question, he asked,


    “How did you know I was here?”


    “Oh?” There was bewilderment on Be’s face, but then she smiled. “You must have misunderstood


    me. I am not here for you but to visit Victoria.”


    Christian scoffed and left without saying anything.


    Be furrowed her eyebrows for a second at his departing figure before smoothing out her expression.


    “Chris!” she shouted. “Other than visiting Victoria, I’m here to talk to you about something.”


    Christian stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her, but he didn’t stroll toward her and just looked


    at her sardonically. “Was it Mr. Carter who told you that I’m here?”


    Mr. Carter was the driver of the Thatcher Family. There was no way his mother would tell Be about


    his whereabouts; only Mr. Carter would.


    “Don’t overthink about it. I asked Mr. Carter about your whereabouts as I need to tell you something.”


    Be sighed resignedly.


    “What is there for me to overthink? That Mr. Carter is why you always know where I am?” Christian


    chuckled.


    “I’m only saying that don’t me it all on him. It’s unfair for Mr. Carter if you used him of such a


    thing,” she said as she bit her lips.


    His expression was unreadable as he stood against the light; the shadows covered his expression.


    “Is it convenient for me to talk to you after I’m done visiting Victoria?” Be asked softly, breaking the


    silence between them.


    However, Christian didn’t answer her. Instead, he said, “Stop visiting her for these few days.”


    Be smiled bitterly when she heard his warning. “Are you afraid that I’m going to hurt her? After all,


    she used to be my friend. Plus, there are many people in the hospital. So even if I wanted to hurt her, I


    didn’t have the chance to do so. It really hurts me, knowing that this is how you see me.”


    “You don’t need to do anything. You have done more than enough just by standing before her.”


    Christian looked at her with ridicule.


    His words made Be stiffen, which resulted in more dejection in her eyes.


    Although she was silent, the maid behind her could no longer stand his attitude. “Mr. Thatcher, how


    dare you say such things to Miss Spritz?! She had given up on suing Miss Coleman and even forgave


    her by visiting her when Miss Coleman did such an unforgivable thing. Where is your conscience?” the


    maid said.


    Christian looked at the maid using him hotly. When their eyes met, the maid, fuming in rage,


    immediately lowered her head and didn’t dare to make eye contact with him. But still, the anger and


    unwillingness on her face did not disappear.


    Nevertheless, Christian merely tilted his head and looked at Be when he saw that the maid had


    lowered her head. Then, he said slowly, “There are three types of people who can forgive the murderer


    who wanted to kill them and still treat them nicely: a saint, a fake, and an idiot.” He bent down and


    looked straight into her eyes. “I think you are not a saint or an idiot.”


    Be’s smile faltered as she bit her lips, and tears glistened in her eyes; she looked alluring. “Chris, you


    —”


    Before she could finish her words, Christian cut her off. “Don’t you have something to tell me? Let’s


    go.” With that being said, he didn’t take another look at her and left.


    “Miss Spritz, he is using you of something you didn’t do!” The maid red at Christian’s silhouette.


    Although she was in a rage, she kept her voice low to avoid being heard by Christian.


    Although Be was smiling, her tone was full of woe. “Nonsense. Chris is not that kind of novelxo


    fast updateperson.” As she was speaking, she pushed the wheelchair and went outside.


    When the maid looked at the flowers on Be’s legs, she asked hesitantly, “So… We won’t be visiting


    Miss Coleman?”


    Be stopped in her tracks when the maid’s question reminded her of why she was here in the first


    ce. She took the bouquet off her legs and handed them to the maid, saying, “Throw it away; it smells


    bad. We’ll buy other flowers and visit Victoria next time.”


    “Okay,” the maid said, and she pushed the wheelchair. “Forgive me for my impertinence; as a


    murderer, she doesn’t deserve you wasting your time on her. It’s not like she would thank you for it.”


    “No matter what, she used to be my friend. I can’t be a heartless person just because she is one.” Be


    smiled and said softly.


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    Around 6.00PM, Be and Christian entered a Japanese restaurant. After she ordered a bunch of food,


    she looked at him and said, “I ordered almost everything you liked. Go on and see if there is anything


    you want to add on.”


    “There’s no need for that,” he said.


    To him, ordering food with certain people was just a waste of time as he wouldn’t be in the mood to


    indulge in them.