Cheney’s pov
I called Krista, but she never answered. I went back to the Fischer’s mansion and found that she didn’t come back.
I realized that something was wrong with the problem, so I asked someone to investigate Krista’s whereabouts.
According to Milo’s report, it was almost noon when I found the place where Krista used to live.
I stood at the door and rang the doorbell, but there was no movement inside.
I slap the door. “Krista, open the door. I know you’re in there.”
Nothing happened.
I called Krista, and there was a cell phone ringing in the room.
I snapped, “I will count to ten. If you don’t open the door, I will find someone to pry the door. Ten, nine… three, two.”
The door was opened from the inside.
Krista appeared in front of me, her eyes swollen, looking up at me.
I frowned and clasped her shoulders with both hands. “What’s the matter with you? Why did you go away without saying anything? What went wrong?”
She hugged me and buried her face in my chest as she reached out her hand. I remember the first time I saw her with such a look on her face in front of me.
My voice softened as I looked down at her. “Krista?”
She didn’t say anything, just hugged me silently.
After a few moments of silence, I stopped questioning what and reached out to hug her directly.
I’m not sure why, but Krista appears to be insecure right now. A hug is just what she needs.
After standing like this for ten minutes, Krista in her arms suddenly slipped down to the ground.
I grabbed her hard, half squatted on the ground, and let her rest on my arm.
Seeing her eyes closed, I shook her and said worriedly, “Krista?”
She is like a lifeless doll, and she doesn’t respond at all.
I panicked, and I went picking up her limp and running downstairs.
Krista’s pov
When I awoke, I was in the hospital receiving an infusion.
Cheney was sitting next to me, a worried look on his face and a gentle on his voice, he said, “Do you want to get up? How do you feel?”
I rubbed my eyebrows, and my voice was hoarse. “Why did I come to the hospital?”
“What do you say?”
I tried to sit up, but Cheney held me down. “Don’t move, the doctor told you to rest.”
I didn’t move again.
He looked at me and said, “What did Quincy say to you?”
I shook my head. “Nothing.”
He frowned. “It’s nothing. You faint because you are strongly stimulated. Do you treat me like a three-year-old?”
I looked at him, tried to smile with him, pulled the corners of my mouth, but couldn’t laugh. “Cheney, I want to ask you a question.”
“Ask.”
“What would you do if you were betrayed by someone you loved so much?”
He shook his head and lifted his brows. “If you get my love and betray me, I will naturally not let you have a good life.”
“Is that it?” I sneered. “Yes, normal people will think in this way.”
So, how deeply did dad love that person?
Even at such a depth, I would rather die.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
“Krista, if there is a problem, you have to say it before everyone can work together to solve it.”
I opened my eyes and looked at him. “Can you do me a favor first?”
“You say it.”
“I’d like to meet Delia.”
After looking at me for a moment, he took out his cell phone and called Milo, “Arrange for someone to bring Delia to the hospital.”
He sank a track after hanging up the phone “What happened, it was the first time you called your mother by her name? You don’t have anything to say to me, do you?”
“Before I can confirm my thoughts, I have to talk to Delia. I won’t be able to say anything till then.”
My face is serious, and I’m hoping my guess is wrong.
Half an hour later, Delia was taken to the hospital.
She was upset when she walked into the ward and saw me. “Don’t you have anything to do with our mother-daughter relationship? Is there anything more you want me to do?”
Cheney was the focus of my attention. “Go outside first, Cheney.”
I smiled at him because of the coldness in his eyes. “Please.”
Cheney gave me a blank look before turning away.
I looked at my mother and remembered plenty of childhood memories.
My parents were in love and living in peace at the time, and my family was happy. Now that I think about it, happiness is nothing more than a lie.
“Do you love my father?” I looked at her, looking at her expectantly.
She leaned over and refused to approach. “You have no right to mention your father to me.”
“You are guilty.” I sneered. “Because you are guilty, you won’t allow me to mention my father after he left.”
“Can you tell me what you’re talking about?” She locked her eyes on me. “Krista, you’ve really changed. Did you think that by marrying Cheney, you’d become Mrs. Fischer and your life would improve?”
“I’ve never changed my mind about who I am because of who I am, but you… I never thought you’d abandon your husband because of who you want to be.”
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
“You’ve already fooled me.” I’m not going to beat around the bush any more.
She took a step back and stood at the door, looking embarrassed. “Are you crazy, Krista? Do you know you’ve turned like a mad dog, biting everyone and everything? I am your biological mother and the wife of your father. Do you know what you just said? How can you have such a negative opinion of me?”
“I don’t want to doubt you, but you’ve forced me to.” All I could think about as I looked at the woman in front of me, whom I should have called mom, were the doubtful things she had done in the past.