Chapter 305


    “Chris…” Monica choked out through a sob. She finally understood that she could never measure up to


    Yvonne. As unimpressive and weak as she seemed, Yvonne had a kind heart that Monica knew she


    could never beat.


    “I’m sorry, Monica. I’ve always only seen you as a sister and nothing else. Please, I’m begging you


    guys. Let me see Yvonne. I just want to know if she’s well and if she’s getting properly treated, okay?”


    Christopher stood up once more and pushed Monica’s helping hand away.


    “I’m not going to discuss this any further until you’repletely healed. Got it? We’ll have this talk once


    you’re fully well. You can’t even stand properly now. What will you do even if you do see her?” Julia


    rushed out of the ward after she finished speaking.


    At the sound of her son’s low sobs and yelling, she finally let her tears fall. “What do we do?” she asked


    Gordon. “Did we really do the right thing? I don’t know what else we could have done. Christopher’s my


    child; my flesh and blood. I don’t want to go through the same thing that happened eight years ago. Will


    he do what Darius did and try to estrange himself? Even now, he clearly still holds that against us. He


    barelyes home and always treats us so coldly. Did I do something wrong for trying to love my


    children?” Julia bbered.


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    Gordon pulled her into his arms andforted her, “Don’t think of it like that. You’re just doing your job


    as a mother. Even though Darius may still be cold toward us, he still makes sure toe back on


    special asions and always brings gifts when he does. Now that he’s all grown up, he knows why we


    did what we did, and Christopher will as well.”


    “I hope that’s true. I really hope that’s true,” Julia choked out and began sobbing uncontrobly. As of


    right now, she was not the strong, hardheaded businesswoman; she was simply a mother worried sick


    for her children.


    However, once Christopher put his mind to something, no one could stop him. Even though he was still


    weak to the point that he could barely walk, he still managed toe up with a way to escape. He


    called his bodyguard, and after chasing Monica away, he told the man that he needed to take a walk.


    The bodyguard was confused and didn’t know what to say, but Christopher red at him coldly and


    said, “Am I a criminal or something? Don’t I deserve even the privilege of taking a walk?”


    “That’s not it, Mr. Lane. It’s just not suitable for you to go out in your current state as your injury could


    get infected. Ms. Julia specifically ordered for us not to let you out,” the bodyguard replied meekly as he


    shuffled backward slightly in fear of getting hit. Christopher was notorious for scuffling with every single


    bodyguard hired by the Lane family without fail.


    As someone who had managed to work their way to being a high-grade official in the army,


    Christopher’s punches were in no way the flimsy jabs one might expect of a rich young master.


    “I’ll only take a stroll on the corridor. I won’t go outside, so let me out,” Christopher demanded.


    “Okay, I’ll get that arranged right now.” The poor bodyguard was terrified of angering Christopher any


    further.


    The man was soon wheeled out of the hospital ward and immediately went to the nurse’s station to


    look at the patient records. After paging through it for a while, he felt his heart sink. Yvonne isn’t here.


    Did they transfer her to some other hospital?


    He put down the records and massaged his temples in frustration. He had nned to always protect


    Yvonne after their honeymoon and had vowed never to let her get in the way of trouble. Despite


    everything, there was no way of predicting that awful shipwreck. He hadn’t known that he would be in


    such a longa either.


    That woman must have been through many things. The mere thought of Yvonne getting pushed around


    by his family members sent a pang through Christopher’s chest. He knew his parents weren’t


    needlessly mean, but they could say things without thinking.


    Before turning a corner, Christopher heard a familiar voice and held up a hand, indicating for the


    bodyguard toe to a stop.


    “Can’t we just tell him Yvonne’s dead? This isn’t going to end well either way. He’ll eventually sense


    that something is up.”


    “Let’s wait for a while longer, Monica. Chris’ injuries have finally begun to look better. I don’t want him to


    copse after hearing the news.”