Chapter 95: Tell Me


    At the mention of this, Gretchen got angry and couldn’t helpining, “Speaking of which, why


    did you use Estelle’s photo as the wallpaper of your lock screen? No wonder you don’t let me see


    your phone. When I saw the wallpaper, I realised that you still couldn’t get over her. So I guessed


    that the password might be her birthday or your anniversary. Then I unlocked the screen...”


    Hearing this, Cristofer was shocked. “You even know about our anniversary? How did you know


    that? Who told you about it?” he asked.


    “I...”


    “Tell me!” Cristofer roared.


    Gretchen was startled by his sudden roar.


    She had never seen Cristofer so furious.


    In the past, no matter how angry he was with her, he would at most ignore her and they would make


    it up soon.


    He had never blocked her or shouted at her like this.


    “Cristofer, why did you shout at me?” Gretchen snapped back loudly.


    Cristofer tried hard to contain his anger and stared at her. He suddenly felt Gretchen was


    completely different from what she used to be.


    “Gretchen, why did you be like this?” Cristofer said with his eyes full of disappointment and


    regret. “We’ve been together for many years, but I seldom mentioned Estelle in front of you, let


    alone see her. So logically speaking, you should be unfamiliar with her. But you know so much


    about her. You even know about our anniversary! Who told you that? Or... Did you know all about


    me and Estelle before I met you? Our encounter is not coincidental, right?”


    Seeing Cristofer’ expression, Gretchen became flustered and realised that she was too emotional


    just now that she spilt the beans.


    At the same time, she found that Cristofer’ attitude toward Estelle was totally different from before.


    Previously, Cristofer hated Estelle and didn’t believe her at all. He thought that Estelle deceived him


    and that she was with him just because she wanted to upy the properties of the Hans family. But


    now, even hatred could not stop him from loving Estelle. N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material.


    Trying her best to calm herself down, Gretchen said, “Cristofer, our encounter was indeed a chance


    meeting. When you went to the 4S shop, I happened to be on duty, so I served you. How is it


    possible that I knew the breakdown of your car in advance? Besides, even if I knew it in advance,


    you might not go to the 4S shop that I worked in.”


    Cristofer shook his head and sighed heavily, saying, “Gretchen, tell me, how did you know about me


    and Estelle’s wedding anniversary?”


    “My Dad told me about it.”


    “Your Dad?” Cristofer asked. “York?”


    “Absolutely,” affirmed Gretchen. “He is Estelle''s dear Uncle, and he has a wealth of knowledge


    regarding the milestones in your rtionship - from the day you both officially became a couple, to


    the momentous asion of your engagement, and even up to your joyous wedding day.”


    Cristofer didn’t believe her words anymore, “Estelle doesn’t have a good rtionship with her Uncle.


    She wouldn’t tell him about such private things,” he hissed.


    “But she told her mother about it. And her mother has told my Dad. Is there anything wrong?”


    Cristofer sneered, thinking that she was too ridiculous. “You asked York to inquire Auntie Aurora


    about everything rted to Estelle and me, didn’t you?” he asked.


    “No, I didn’t.”


    “Gretchen, think it over before you answer my questions. I’ll say it one more time. I hate being


    deceived. You’ve deceived me once. If you lie to me again, you’ll have to suffer the consequences.”


    Gretchen’s face turned pale immediately, and she said, “What do you mean? Are you going to


    report me to the police and tell them that I killed Mrs. Moorsum identally?”


    She had thought that Cristofer would say no and forgive her. But unexpectedly, Cristofer asked,


    “Was it really an ident?”


    Gretchen was speechless.


    “Gretchen, only you and Mrs. Moorsum know whether it was an ident. Mrs. Moorsum has


    passed away, and the surveince camera didn’t get you. If you insist that you killed her


    identally, neither I nor the police can do anything to you. But, Gretchen, do you really have no


    compunction about it?”


    Biting her lip with a frown, Gretchen didn’t say anything.


    “I’ve known the truth,” Cristofer continued. “I’ve thought a lot these days. After the car ident, I


    lost everything and was in the most difficult time. Then Estelle went abroad. Just during that period,


    you appeared in my life. Our encounter was too coincidental. Besides, the person who benefited


    from the car ident was not Estelle, but York, your mother Melody, and you.”


    “Cristofer, you’re overthinking. Things are not like...”


    Gretchen tried to exin but was interrupted.


    “When I went to the police station before, the policeman said something that I thought was


    reasonable. He said that the one who benefited the most in the car ident was very likely to be


    the suspect,” Cristofer said slowly and stared at her.


    Gretchen felt uneasy being intently pried by Cristofer, and she lowered her head to avoid his gaze,


    unable to say anything to refute it.


    When Cristofer saw her like this, his face darkened, and he said with his eyes full of coldness, “I’ve


    thought about everything that happened during the past years. When the car ident urred,


    Estelle lost her father. Not only did she not benefit from the ident, but she was the biggest victim


    of it! As for York, he upied all the properties of the Hudson and the Hans family. Later, he


    married your mother and let you and your mother live in the Hudson’s House.”


    “You suspect my Dad?”


    “Shouldn’t I suspect him?”


    “But the car ident was not caused by him. And he couldn’t instigate Estelle’s father to drive while


    under the influence of alcohol that caused their lives,” Gretchen sneered.


    Cristofer took a deep breath and red at her, “I will figure out the truth of the car ident soon.


    Gretchen, I really hope that this matter has nothing to do with you. But my gut tells me that you


    were involved in it.”


    Hearing this, Gretchen said anxiously, “Cristofer, what do you mean by that? Do you suspect me?


    By the time my mother married my Dad, Estelle’s father had passed away! I haven’t even seen him


    before. How is it possible that I asked him to kill your parents? How could you nder me like this?


    Your words are so hurtful to me.”


    “If I find out the truth of the ident and it proves that you are innocent, I will apologise and give


    you a considerable breakup fee. But if you are not innocent...”


    Cristofer stopped talking and didn’t go on, but Gretchen understood what he meant.


    He meant that he knew the truth about Mrs. Moorsum’s death, but he couldn’t bring her to justice


    because he had no evidence yet. However, if he found out that she was the one who caused his


    parents’ death, he wouldn’t let her off easily.


    “Remember what you have said. I will wait for you to apologise to me after the truthes out,”


    Gretchen said, still refusing to admit what she had done.


    “I also hope that day wille,” Cristofer said meaningfully. “Since this apartment is in your name, it


    belongs to you. As for the breakup fee, I’ll transfer a sum of money to your ountter, so you can


    live afortable life in the future. Gretchen, from now on, we have nothing to do with each other. I


    broke up with you!”