Chapter 78: You Are So Vicious


    “Gretchen, it’s precisely because you apanied me through the hard time that I don’t want to be


    too blunt. I haven’t figured out the truth about the other things yet. But I’ve known the truth of Mrs.


    Moorsum’s death. Gretchen, dare you say that her death has nothing to do with you?” Cristofer''s


    gaze fell on her.


    Hearing that, Gretchen was stunned. “Mrs. Moorsum... Estelle killed Mrs. Moorsum! I saw it with my


    own eyes! Haven’t the police confirmed that she’s the murderer? Do you mean the police arrested


    the wrong person? You are suspecting me, Cristofer?”


    “I’m not suspecting you. I’m sure the murderer is you, not her,” Cristofer said seriously.


    “What!?”


    Taking a deep breath, Cristofer rested his hands on his legs and dejectedly lowered his head,


    saying, “The police showed a surveince video recorded by the camera of a shop near the vi.


    The video showed that when Mrs. Moorsum fell off the top of the vi, Estelle was sleeping in the


    bedroom. After the loud bang woke her up, she hurriedly ran downstairs.”


    Gretchen’s eyes widened in shock.


    The vi was in the outer suburbs, and few people lived there. How could there happen to be a


    surveince camera near the vi?


    “The police only found the traces of Mrs Moorsum, Estelle, and you that day. Estelle did not kill Mrs.


    Moorsum. Then who else could the murderer be?” Cristofer said and then signed.


    Gretchen froze and couldn’t say a word.


    Cristofer continued, “Mrs. Moorsum watched me grow up and loved me dearly. And I take her as my


    family. Gretchen, you don’t know her at all. Why did you kill her? You knew that only Estelle lived


    with Mrs. Moorsum, so you chose to kill Mrs. Moorsum inside the vi so that you could frame


    Estelle, right?”


    “No. Cristofer, I didn’t...”


    “Stop it, Gretchen. I only believe in the evidence. It’s meaningless for you to say anything else.”


    Cristofer paused and smiled bitterly. “Mrs. Moorsum is dead, and I should have brought you to jail to


    give justice for her. But thinking that you have been with me for so many years, I chose to pretend


    not to know what you have done. Isn’t that enough?”


    Hearing him, Gretchen panicked. Then she immediately squatted down to hold his hand and said,


    “Cristofer, let me exin. Mrs. Moorsum had been partial to Estelle and wanted to bring you and


    Estelle together again. And when she saw me, she cursed me and said that I was a shameless


    woman. I was furious at that time, so I quarrelled with her. But I didn’t kill her. She fell off the vi


    identally. When she died, I was so scared. I was afraid that you would leave me because of this,


    so I... I...”


    “So you framed me?” Estelle stepped forward, shook her head and smiled bitterly. “Gretchen, you


    are so vicious.”


    Gretchen’s face turned ghastly pale. “Cristofer, you’ve known that for a long time, right?”


    Cristofer leaned against the sofa’s backrest and closed his eyes with a tired look. “Does it matter?”


    “At least…” Gretchen paused and then said, “At least you are still willing to marry me after you knew


    that, aren’t you?”


    ‘Get married?’ Thinking about this, Cristofer smiled bitterly.


    ‘Gretchen, I wanted to marry you that much, but what happened recently made me gradually give


    up the idea of marrying you anymore.’


    “Gretchen, I said that I hate being deceived most,” he snapped back.


    “Cristofer, I can exin it. I didn’t mean to kill Mrs. Moorsum. It was an ident…”


    Cristofer interrupted her instantly, “So, you mean that you identally went to the vi’s roof


    terrace, quarrelled with Mrs. Moorsum, killed her, and then identally framed Estelle? You want to


    say that all these were idents and you are innocent, right?”


    Gretchen was rendered speechless.


    Standing aside, Jeremy felt restless and wished he could leave the meeting room at once. After all,


    it was not a good thing to know much about the customers’ privacy, especially when a murder was


    involved in it.


    “Mr. Hans, Mrs. Hans, I’d better wait for you outside. I’ll go out first,” he voiced out.


    Estelle stopped him and said, “Jeremy, I’m here for an interview. Do you still need me to design


    rings for them? Or will you arrange another interview for me?” N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.


    “Well...” Jeremy looked at Cristofer and then at Gretchen, feeling embarrassed and not knowing


    what to say.


    After a few seconds, he asked, “Mr. And Mrs. Hans, do you still want to buy the wedding rings?”


    “No!” Cristofer hastily answered. “Change the wedding rings into a tail ring, and I’ll still pay the same


    price as before. But the design of the ring must be satisfactory.”


    Jeremy immediately nodded and said, “No problem, Mr. Hans. We will try our best to meet your


    requirements. By the way, do you still want this designer to design the ring for you?” As he spoke,


    he pointed at Estelle.


    Cristofer sighed heavily and said, “I’m not in the mood to talk about it today. Let’s discuss it another


    day.”


    When he stood up and was about to leave, Gretchen stopped him in a hurry and said, “Cristofer,


    don’t go. Let’s have a talk.”


    Cristofer shook her hands off and said, “We’d better take a break from our rtionship. I’ll


    reconsider our rtionshipter on.” After saying that, he left the meeting room without looking


    back.


    “Cristofer!”


    In the meeting room, the episode hadn’te to an end.


    With a calm look, Estelle packed up her things unhurriedly. On the contrary, Gretchen was both


    anxious and angry.


    “Estelle, are you satisfied now?” Gretchen snapped at her.


    Estelle chuckled and spared a mocking smile at her, “Yes, I’m very satisfied. I would be pleased if


    there were more awesome words to describe it. Thank you, Gretchen. Your performance is beyond


    my expectations, and you left me appalled.”


    “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch! Even if Cristofer got angry with me, he still loves me!”


    Gretchen said indignantly.


    “Does it have anything to do with me?” Estelle shrugged carelessly. “You can have him all you want,


    I don’t care at all!”


    “Stop pretending. I know that you still can’t get over him. You just take advantage of giving him a


    child to draw him back to you!”


    Estelle shook her head helplessly and stood up. “Gretchen, you make me happy today. You used to


    be so good at acting, able to manipte him, but today you appeared as a loser actress. Honestly, I


    don’t want Cristofer to know about my child''s existence. If he didn’t know that, my daughter wouldn’t


    have been taken away from me at such a young age.”


    “Estelle, you...” Gretchen wanted to say something, but the meeting room door was suddenly


    pushed open, and a young man came in.