Chapter 92: We Must Get Divorced
It took Estelle a while to understand what he meant. Then she asked eagerly, “That is to say, you
wille to see me in the daytime with the identity of a stranger, right?”
“Not exactly. Maybe we are not strangers.”
Estelle bit her lip and thought, ‘Does Mr. Mysterious means that we know each other?’
“Estelle, the truth you have longed to know may not be what you expect, but something that will
make you painful.”
“I see. Sir, thank you.”
After the two of them ended the conversation, Reba hung up the phone and gently put it beside
Estelle’s pillow.
“Estelle.”
“Huh?”
“Cristofer is outside. You were in aa for three days, and he has been waiting outside. Do you
want to see him?” Reba said.
Estelle shook her head and said, “I don’t want to see him anymore. We’ve signed the divorce
agreement. Next, I’ll entrust awyer to help me go through the divorce procedures. I hope that
when I pass away, I’ll be a free person rather than someone’s wife.”
Reba nodded heavily and said, “Okay. I’ll help you hire awyer.”
“No, thanks, Reba. My friend that takes care of Yohan in Ameris is awyer.”
“Then I’ll help you contact him.”
“And...” Estelle paused and signed. “Forget it. All stories have beginnings and ends. Just let
Cristofer in. Our emotional entanglement hassted for many years, and we should have broken up
before. I was unwilling to give up on him in the past, but now I’vee around. It’s time for me to
make a clean break with him.”
Reba stood up and said, “Okay. Wait a minute. I’ll ask him toe in right now.”
When Reba left the ward, she saw Cristofer standing in a corner in a daze.
It had just been three days, but he didn’t look handsome and noble as he used to be but looked
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“Cristofer…” Seeing him like this, Reba gave up the thought of scolding him again and called his
name gently. “Estelle wants to talk to you.”
Hearing this, Cristofer stiffened with a trace of resistance appearing in his eyes.
“Don’t you want to see her? Now she is willing to see you. Why are you hesitating?” Reba said.
Cristofer smiled bitterly and lowered his head. Then he saw his reflection on the polished floor and
cursed himself, ‘You stupid, Cristofer.’
“I know what she is going to say to me,” Cristofer said in a low and hoarse voice full of depression.
In the past few days, all he could do was wait outside the ICU or smoke.
Smoking was not allowed in the hospital, so he could only go to the smoking room. Sometimes he
would stay there for a long time and smoke one after another without restraint.
Reba said, “You deserve it. Since you know what she wants to say, then just do as she wants.”
‘Do as she wants? To divorce her, break off our rtionship, and never contact her in the future?
No, I’m not willing to do so,’ Cristofer thought bitterly.
“Cristofer, why are you still standing there? Don’t be timid ande with me. Estelle is waiting for
you,” Reba urged him.
Cristofer had no choice but to stand straight, gently push the ward door open, and walk in.
At this time, only Estelle was in the intensive care unit. She was leaning against the headrest of the
bed and looking out of the window, lost in thought.
Hearing the footsteps, she turned her head and saw Cristofer.
She looked calmly and quietly at him as if she was looking at someone who had nothing to do with
her. But somehow, Cristofer could see a hint of hatred in her eyes.
After nodding at him as a greeting, she said, “You hurt me.”
Cristofer nodded and said with guilt, “Sorry. It’s all my fault. I got carried away by jealousy at that
time. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“So, you will pay for the medical fees for me,” Estelle said in a businesslike manner. “You ought to
do this.”
Instead of feeling upset, Cristofer was somewhat pleased with her attitude. At least judging from her
tone and expression, he could see that she was much better than before.
“Okay. You don’t have to worry about the money. I will also pay the medical fees for your mother.
You may rest assured.”
“No, thanks. Someone has paid her medical fees for me,” Estelle informed him.
Feeling a sense of loss, Cristofer raised his head and asked with his eyes full of frustration, “Is it
‘Mr. Mysterious’?”
After hesitating for several seconds, Estelle nodded and said, “Yes.”
“Is he good to you?”
“He’s treating me well,” Estelle said. Then, after a pause, she added, “At least he treats me better
than you do. That’s enough.”
“That’s good,” Cristofer said with a bitter smile. “You want to divorce me and be with him, right?”
Estelle shook her head and denied, “I don’t want to be with anyone. Mr. Mysterious has helped me
a lot. I just want to repay him when I’m alive by staying by his side.”
“Can we not get divorced?”
“What?” Estelle’s eyes widened.
Cristofer gently held her hand and said in a pleading tone, “Estelle, if you want to be with him in the
last days of your life, I won’t stop you. But can we not get divorced?”
Without hesitation, Estelle pulled her hand out of his palm and refused him resolutely, “I’ve made up
my mind.”
“Do you have to divorce me?”
“Yes,” she emphasised, “We must get divorced.”
“What if I can find out the truth of the car ident as soon as possible? Estelle, we used to be so
intimate and affectionate. It was the sudden car ident that changed our lives. I’ve been
reinvestigating it. Trust me. I’ll find out the truth soon and give you an exnation,” Cristofer said
sincerely.
However, instead of being moved, Estelle was bitterly disappointed when hearing this.
“Cristofer, it has been six years since the car ident happened. And we’ve been a couple for six
years. Except for the past year, I have tried to exin to you about the ident countless times, but
you never believed me. You even didn’t want to talk to me, and you wanted to get rid of me. And
whenever you looked at me, your eyes were full of hatred and disgust. I lived such a life for five
years! Five years! More than 1800 days! Do you know how I went through those days?”