Chapter 886


    Even when they first met, Harold was not as indifferent as he was now.


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    Only then did she realize that it was really autumn in City W now.


    Crystal tugged at the corner of her shirt and her eyshes trembled slightly. "Your face is a little pale.


    Are you sick?"


    "..." Harold didn''t expect that this would be Crystal''s first question when she saw him.


    "I''m fine." Harold frowned. "Is this what you want to tell me?"


    Crystal pursed her lips and clutched her shirt tightly with her fingers. She looked up at Harold with tears


    in her eyes. "I didn''t kill Mia. Don''t you believe me?"


    Harold smiled and said, "Is it important if I believe you or not? If it weren''t for your pregnancy, you


    should be in the detention center now. In a few days, you will be sentenced to be locked up in the


    detention center. The police have gathered all the evidence. Are you asking me if I believe you?"


    "Crystal, why didn''t I think that you were so naive in the past?"


    "..." Crystal unconsciously bit her lips until they bled.


    She had heard these words from many people, but those words were the most hurtfuling from


    Harold''s mouth.


    But it was not enough. He wanted her to be covered with wounds. "Do you think I''m stupid?"


    "I don''t have a fetish to marry a murderer."


    Crystal''s vision was a little blurry. She knew that it was her tears, but she did not want to cry in front of


    Harold. Hence, she tried her best to hold back her tears. However, her tears were disappointing. They


    rolled down her cheeks like pearls and slid all the way into her cor.


    Because she was poisoned, she couldn''t make any sound at all even when she cried. It was like a


    funny farce.


    Harold, on the other hand, seemed impatient. "If there''s nothing else, I''ll be leaving first."


    Crystal grabbed the corner of his shirt. "Your child... don''t you want to touch him? You once said that


    you want a child."


    Harold''s gaze swept across her snow-white, crystal-like cheeks. The blood at the corner of her lips


    flowed all the way, forming an irregr flower on her clothes. The bright red color was almost eye-


    catching. Thus, Harold shifted his gaze away and said, "I want a child."


    He slowly pulled Crystal''s hand away and said in a cold voice, "But I don''t want a child of a murderer."


    Crystal suddenly felt weak. She couldn''t stand still and could only try her best to hold on to the dining


    table so that she wouldn''t fall in front of Harold.


    Even he didn''t believe me... Even he didn''t believe me.


    The wound on the corner of her lips cracked open again. Crystal''s vision was blurred. She could not


    see Harold''s expression clearly, but she could feel his disgusted gaze.


    But I really didn''t kill anyone...


    Crystal thought.


    I didn’t kill anyone. Why should I confess? Why should I confess? Why should I lose everything I


    have?’


    She slowly slid to the ground, and the cold floor tiles barely sobered her up. Even though she was


    already so desperate, she still wanted to ask Harold, "Don''t you want me anymore?"


    Harold remained silent for a moment. Then, he squatted down in front of her, slowly wiped the blood


    from the corner of her lips, and said, "I don''t."


    His fingers brushed past her lips, bringing with them an ice-cold temperature. The man stood up,


    turned around, and walked towards the main door. His face was extremely pale, and the ceiling that


    was raised high in the living room seemed as if it was going to be pressed down, causing his wound to


    ache. Only when he walked out of the main door and heard the sound of the door being locked did he


    fiercely spit out a mouthful of blood from his chest.