Chapter 64


    Margaret stirred the oatmeal porridge in her bowl nonchntly and did not respond to Elizabeth.


    Christopher only looked for me all night out of duty because he felt a sense of responsibility. I don‘t think


    I‘m in a position to tell him what to do. If he‘s unwilling toe home, there‘s nothing I can do. Even if I


    go down on my knees to beg him, he‘ll only get irritated.


    Meanwhile, the news continued to blow up on the inte. Christopher never gave a direct answer. He


    even took the opportunity to make a donation to build a primary school on the day before New Year.


    When Margaret was going through the news, she inadvertently came across thetest news. It was an


    article apanied by a picture of her in the hospital that was taken without her knowledge. She looked


    pale and lifeless on the hospital bed in the picture. The article called into question if Christopher had


    abused Margaret andnded her in the hospital. The piece also questioned the truth behind the warm


    image of Christopher. That was when Margaret realized the person outside the ward the other day was a


    paparazzo.


    Subconsciously, she refuted the im in thements section only to be instantly buried by a huge


    barrage ofments from otherizens. Perhaps Christopher‘s conduct was never criticized in the


    past, and thements on him were always a mixture of positive and negative. Even then, the negative


    comments were mainly fueled by jealousy.


    However, there was one ID that caught Margaret‘s attention. That user drew great satisfaction from


    reprimanding the other keyboard warriors in thements section. Although this user cursed and swore


    like the others, it was much more delightful to read.


    If Margaret was not mistaken, that ID was the one frequently used by Jodie. Although Jodie did not


    contact her after the news broke out, there was nothing more to say for Jodie had already done so


    much.


    Margaret was a little restless when she helped Elizabeth with the final decorations. When Elizabeth saw


    that, she took the decorative ornaments from Margaret‘s hands. “Let me do it. This is how it is done. See


    how it fits perfectly? Now, go take a rest. You‘re still ill. Don‘t catch a cold. Give Mr. Lewis a call when


    you‘re free.”


    Hearing that, Margaret did not utter a single word. She had no idea how tomunicate with


    Christopher. With a ten–year age gap in between them, it was as if


    they were frompletely different worlds.


    Back in her room, Margaret took her phone out and called Christopher. Unexpectedly, the call was


    answered immediately. Quickly, she gathered herself together and asked, “Are youing home


    tomorrow?”


    At the other end of the line, Christopher‘s voice was adenoidal. It sounded as if he was still asleep when


    he responded, “Mm.”


    With just a single word, the call ended.


    When dinner time came, Elizabeth said, “I‘ll need to be home tomorrow. Fredrick will stay. Some of the


    kitchen staff will be around too. If Mr. Lewis is back tomorrow, think of ways to make him stay, okay?”


    Margaret nodded. “He said he‘ll be back. Not sure if he‘ll change his mind on impulse.”


    “Don‘t worry. If he said so, he‘ll be back for sure,” Elizabeth assured Margaret.


    The following day, the decorations outside looked exceptionally outstanding apanied by the glorious


    festive vibe. Elizabeth had gone back home. Fredrick the butler was a person of few words. He only


    reminded Margaret to eat and take her medications on time after she woke up.


    Margaret had no idea when Christopher arrived home. She texted Jodie a few festive greetings and


    chatted with Jodie for a while before she took her medications. As she felt drowsy from the effect of her


    medications, she took a nap on the couch.


    The entire Lewis residence was cold and quiet till the night. The homes of the other families nearby were


    all lively and brightly lit with decorative lights. That was the kind of feeling that she had not felt for many


    years.


    At seven in the evening, Fredrick asked, “Mrs. Lewis, do you want to give Mr. Lewis a phone call?


    Before Margaret could respond, Megan‘s flirtatious voice rang through from the doorway out of the blue.


    “Christopher, will Margaret be unhappy about me being here for New Year‘s Eve?”


    Margaret‘s heart sank. It was New Year‘s Eve, yet Christopher brought Megan home.


    “You won‘te if you‘re afraid,” Christopher replied coldly with a trace of contempt. Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.