Chapter 33: I''m Still Your Husband


    The two of them talked for a while, and Estelle received a call from Cristofer.


    “Where are you?” Cristofer asked at the other end of the line.


    They had made an appointment to go through the divorce procedures at the Court today.


    “Have you arrived there? I’ming now.”


    Cristofer didn’t say anything and directly hung up the phone.


    Aurora asked worriedly, “Is it Cristofer? Is there anything wrong with the baby?”


    Estelle replied vaguely, “Well... Mom, I have to go now.”


    “Go home quickly. The baby needs you. You don’t need toe here tomorrow. Take good care of


    the baby, and don’t worry about me,” Aurora urged her.


    “I still want toe here,” Estelle stubbornly dered.


    After saying goodbye to Aurora, Estelle left the hospital, took a taxi, and headed to the Court


    House.


    On the way, she called Cristofer and wanted to tell him that she was on her way and ask him to wait


    for a while.


    But then she remembered that Cristofer had blocked her, and the call won’t push through.


    Unexpectedly, Cristofer’s voice came from the other end of the line when she was about to hang


    up.


    “Hello?”


    Estelle was slightly surprised and asked, “You removed my number from the blocklist?”


    After a pause, Cristofer said in a low and unnatural voice, “I will put it back after we finish the


    divorce procedures.”


    “All right, whatever,” Estelle retaliated helplessly. “Suit yourself.”


    “What are you calling for? Do you want to postpone the divorce again?” Cristofer snarled.


    “No, I’m more eager to end this wrong marriage than what you think. I’m on my way to the Court


    House. I’ll be there soon. Wait for me for a moment,” Estelle snapped back.


    Cristofer said bluntly, “Is this your new trick? You said you woulde here in the morning, but you


    didn’t show up, and I had to call you to urge you toe. Tell me, what’s your new reason this


    time? Your mother is seriously ill and needs care, or you had fun with another manst night and


    forgot to...”


    “Cristofer!” Estelle interrupted him and snarled, “Do you have to push me into the corner? I already


    told you I’ming!”


    Cristofer was speechless.


    She gnashed her teeth, adding, “Yes, I did meet that manst night because he can give me


    money! I need to pay for my mother’s treatment, my son’s surgery, and my surgery expenses.


    Anyway, I need money! I have no choice!”


    “Is the Hudson family so poor now that you must sell your body to earn money? You liar,” Cristofer


    used her and snorted.


    “Our bank ounts have been frozen,” Estelle spat out.


    Cristofer was stunned. “What!?”


    “Your kind-hearted Gretchen asked her stepfather York, who is also my Uncle, to freeze all the bank


    ounts of my mother and me. I’m penniless now. I can’t pay my mother’s medical fees if I don’t


    have money. If you were me, would you choose to maintain your dignity over your mother’s life in


    such a situation?”


    Cristofer was silent for a long time.


    Estelle could only hear his breathing on the other end of the line.


    “Why didn’t you tell me about it? Although your father killed my parents, your mother is innocent. If


    you ask me for help, I will help you.”


    Estelleughed hysterically and snapped, “How can I tell you all my struggles and ask you for help?


    You treated me as a liar. Oh, don’t forget that I can’t even reach you. Have you forgotten that you


    blocked me before?”


    Cristofer was once again speechless.


    “Forget it. It’s meaningless to talk about it now. I’m on the way to the Court, and I’ll be there soon.


    As soon as the divorce procedures arepleted, we no longer have anything to do with each


    other, and both of us will be free. Congrattions in advance, you will be able to marry Gretchen by


    then.” Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.


    “Who’s that man?” Cristofer suddenly asked.


    “Does it matter?” Estelle asked back.


    “Tell me.”


    “I don’t know.”


    “Estelle!” Cristofer said, trying to hold back his anger. “Who on earth is that man? Tell me!”


    “I’m also curious about who he is. If only I knew him, I would be grateful,” Estelle said. “But he has


    nothing to do with you. Cristofer, it’s none of your business, which he is. You don’t have the right to


    interfere with my affairs.”


    “I do. Estelle, we haven’t divorced yet. I’m still your husband.”


    My husband?


    Estelle couldn’t help sneering.


    It had been more than six years since she married Cristofer, but he had never done anything that a


    husband should do.


    He never apanied her to the hospital for prenatal care when she was pregnant. After the


    children were born, he didn’t take care of her. Since she came back from abroad, he had never


    shown a good attitude to her and let her live in the big house alone.


    It could be said that whether she had a husband, it was all the same to her.


    “Mr. Hans,” Estelle changed the way she addressed Cristofer and said. “After we divorced, you will


    no longer be my husband, and we have nothing to do with each other.”


    Cristofer tightened his grip on the steering wheel and said, “What if I don’t want to get divorced?”


    Estelle asked in shock, “Are you crazy?”


    “Yes, I’ve been crazy for a long time. I went crazy after the damn car ident happened,” Cristofer


    yelled.


    “Mr. Hans, please don’t say such words; otherwise, I will think that you still have feelings for me and


    don’t want me to leave you.”


    Cristofer said in an unnatural tone, “Don’t tter yourself. I just don’t want you, the person who killed


    my parents, to live a happy life. You want to divorce me and be with another man? Perish the


    thought!”


    Estelle didn’t expect that he was so unreasonable, and she snapped back angrily, “What do you


    want to do? Maintain our meaningless marriage? No problem. I don’t care anyway. But I’m afraid


    your dear Gretchen can’t ept it.”


    Her words left Cristofer speechless.


    Estelle continued, “I know that you hate me and think that I’m the one who killed your parents and


    Mrs. Moorsum. If you want to take revenge on me, just do it.”


    After saying that, she said, “I’ve arrived at the gate of the Court. Oh, I saw your car.”


    At the moment, Cristofer’s ck Maybach with license te number 88888 was parked at the gate


    of the Court.


    Estelle couldn’t help but feel a little funny seeing the te number.


    If it were in the past, Cristofer would think that only Parvenu liked such a te number and would


    be contemptuous of it.


    But now he actually could ept such a number.


    Maybe it’s because Gretchen likes it, Estelle thought and sighed with heavy emotion.


    In the past, Cristofer liked his bright yellow Porsche most because its license te number was


    0826, her birthday.


    But in the past six years, he had never celebrated her birthday anymore, and she spent her


    birthdays alone.