That night, Christopher suddenly called when Kathleen was just about to sleep.
“Chris? Why are you calling so late?” She was a little surprised.
“Can you come out? I have something to tell you.” His voice was hoarse.
“Can’t you just tell me over the phone?” Kathleen asked curiously.
“I’m downstairs of your place.” Christopher looked up at the window of her room. “I won’t take much of your time.”
“Okay,” Kathleen agreed.
Then, she put on a white down jacket and went down.
Standing against the car door, Christopher looked sophisticated in his dark gray coat.
His expression was gloomy, though.
“Chris.” Kathleen walked up to him.
She wrapped herself in a white down jacket and cascaded her hair down to her waist. The sight of her delicate and adorable cheeks would make one feel the urge to hold her in their arms.
“Are you cold? Do you want to get into the car?” Christopher asked in a husky voice.
Kathleen shook her head. “It’s okay. I’m wearing snow boots.”
She had put on a pair of snow boots with rabbit ears.
Christopher looked deeply at her before saying, “I’ve received the test result from the police.”
Stunned, Kathleen did not understand his words for a moment, but soon, realization dawned on her.
“Nothing had happened between her and me. In truth, she had prepared the blood on the bedsheets in advance,” Christopher explained.
Anyhow, he had proved his innocence.
“My gosh, how bold of her!” Kathleen said in disbelief.
“She wouldn’t dare to do so if she didn’t have her grandpa’s tacit approval,” said Christopher coldly. “Of course, she couldn’t have planned this matter alone. They probably did not expect I would go to the police when planning this.”
“Did you just say ‘they’? Who else was involved in this?” Kathleen asked faintly.
“Will you believe my words if I tell you?” Christopher shot a meaningful look at her.
“Then tell me about it. I’ll analyze it first and decide whether to believe it,” Kathleen answered solemnly.
Christopher knew that Kathleen had always been calm and wise.
She rarely got emotional.
“Do you have any idea how Astrid came back?” Christopher shot Kathleen a look.
Kathleen shook her head.
“It was Samuel. He had a deal with Astrid’s grandfather. The reason he asked her to come back was to break us apart,” Christopher continued coldly.
Kathleen pursed her scarlet lips.
“Samuel also planned the incident yesterday with Astrid. If not, why would he rush over?” Christopher’s words implied a deeper meaning as he looked at her.
Kathleen frowned deeply upon hearing that. Does this have something to do with Samuel?
“If that’s the case, we can go and ask him,” she said coldly.
“Do you think he will admit it if you ask?” Christopher questioned in a deep voice.
However, Kathleen said, “Whether he’s going to admit it or not, we should at least convey our stance regarding this matter to him. If he continues being obstinate, we still have other options.”
Christopher was silent.
“Christopher, I still don’t believe in Astrid. Of course, it doesn’t mean what she said was false.” Kathleen looked at Christopher as she spoke. “You witnessed how Astrid treated me during the filming that day. Did she learn all those, including every single word, from Samuel as well? What if she was trying to shove the blame on Samuel so that she could get away from it?”
Christopher pursed his thin lips in silence.
“This matter has already alerted the police. They will naturally interrogate Astrid and Samuel. We’d better do nothing but wait for the outcome,” Kathleen said indifferently.
“Are you thinking that I’ve lost my sense of judgment now?” Christopher asked in a deep voice.
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