HONEY, Love Me One More Time novel Chapter 197

“You’re suggesting that I’m inherently inferior to her simply because I’m a gambler’s daughter?” Gretchen grew even angrier.
“Is that a problem?” Melody retorted, glaring at Gretchen. “Estelle was born into a prestigious family, and she deserves a remarkable man like Cristofer. Do you still recall your first boyfriend? He was nothing more than a lazy thug.”
Biting her lower lip, Gretchen didn’t say anything, with her face full of dissatisfaction.
Melody then comforted her, “Cheer up. We are about to succeed, and we can’t give up now. It is good that you managed to deceive Cristofer and make him believe that he had sex with you that night and made you pregnant. You will marry into the Hans family soon. In this case, we have to be more cautious than before. Everything will be fine if you get the marriage certificate with Cristofer and become his lawfully wedded wife.”
Gretchen’s worries and anxieties persisted despite the exchange, weighing heavily on her mind.
As Gretchen contemplated her options, a sense of desperation crept in. ‘I could resort to manipulating Cristofer with the baby and my healthy lung, forcing him into marriage. But once he discovers that I am not actually pregnant or that Estelle has fully recovered, all my leverage will be rendered useless. Moreover, the most crucial concern is that Cristofer still holds strong feelings for Estelle. What if they decide not to go through with the divorce?’
Melody contemplated the potential ramifications of a connection between Tim and Estelle. “I will investigate the nature of Tim and Estelle’s relationship. If he is truly supporting Estelle and aiding her in seeking revenge against York, then we may encounter significant troubles in the future,” she voiced her concerns.
While engrossed in their conversation, their attention was abruptly drawn to the sound of a ringtone coming from nearby.
Melody and Gretchen simultaneously directed their gaze towards the stairwell, where the ringtone had emanated from. However, the dim lighting obscured their view, preventing them from spotting anyone nearby.
Without dwelling on the situation, Melody promptly tugged on Gretchen’s arm. “Let’s find another doctor and proceed with the procedure immediately.”
“Alright,” Gretchen acquiesced.
It wasn’t until they descended into the elevator that Estelle finally let out a sigh of relief and promptly answered the ringing phone.
Earlier, when the doctor abruptly dismissed Melody and Gretchen, Rebecca swiftly guided Estelle into the nearest stairwell, seeking refuge to avoid being discovered. Unexpectedly, Estelle’s phone rang, displaying a call from Mr. Mysterious.
“Hello?” Estelle answered, her voice filled with relief.
“Where are you?” Mr. Mysterious’ voice sounded fatigued.
“I’m in the hospital.”
“I’m aware that you’re at the hospital. Ron just contacted me, expressing his inability to find you. Estelle, where are you currently? Are you alright?” Mr. Mysterious inquired hastily.
Feeling touched by the genuine worry in his voice, Estelle’s heart warmed, and she responded softly, “I’m fine, Sir. Please don’t worry. Rebecca came to visit my mother, and we were conversing earlier.”
“Estelle,” Mr. Mysterious spoke tenderly, “Please refrain from wandering around. I would become greatly concerned for your well-being.”
“Sir, I’m not a child anymore, and I can protect myself. Besides, I’m in the hospital now. Even if York or Gretchen want to hurt me, they won’t dare to do it in such a public place. Moreover, they know that I have a powerful man protecting me now, so they won’t dare to do anything to me.”
Mr. Mysterious knew that York didn’t possess the audacity to harm Estelle, and Gretchen and Melody lacked the capability to do so. However, his concerns lay elsewhere, pertaining to something beyond physical harm.
“Sir?”
“I’m listening,” Mr. Mysterious replied to her.
Estelle smiled and said, “Why are you suddenly so silent? Are you busy with your work?”
“No,” Mr. Mysterious stated. “Estelle, if you don’t have anything else to do, go back to the ward as soon as possible. I’ll feel restless unless I’m sure you are safe.”
“I see,” Estelle said softly. “I’m going back now.”
“Okay, good girl,” Mr. Mysterious said in a gentle voice.
As soon as Estelle hung up the phone, Rebecca deliberately lowered her voice and said in a spoiled tone like Mr. Mysterious did, “Okay, good girl. Tut-tut, it’s so sweet.”
Hearing her tease, Estelle blushed and explained, “He didn’t know where I was just now, so he was a little worried.”
Rebecca then said with her eyes widening, “Is he also a fatherly boyfriend like Justin? No, he is more possessive than Justin. Justin won’t be so worried when he doesn’t know my whereabouts.”
“Mr. Mysterious is different from Justin. Mr. Mysterious has been lonely since he was a child, so he always feels a sense of insecurity,” Estelle said, expressing her understanding of Mr. Mysterious’ behavior. 
Hearing her defensive words, Rebecca nodded in agreement. “You are right. Mr. Mysterious was separated from his parents at a young age. He must have been tormented by feelings of insecurity these years. You are probably the only light of his life. That’s why he was worried about you when he couldn’t find you.”
After Estelle knew about the identity and past of Mr. Mysterious, she felt sorry for him. Besides, she could feel that Mr. Mysterious was really afraid of losing her. Therefore, she always tried her best to offer Mr. Mysterious more love and security.
Previously, Estelle had worried about her health, fearing a relapse. However, under the attentive care of Mrs. Moorsum, she had improved significantly, even managing to gain some weight. Estelle speculated that the removal of the diseased portion of her lung might have halted the spread of cancer cells.
‘If I could live long, I’ll spend more time with Mr. Mysterious so that he won’t feel lonely,’ Estelle thought.
“By the way, Estelle, do you happen to know the actual name of Mr. Mysterious? It feels a bit strange to keep referring to him as Mr. Mysterious all the time,” Rebecca asked, her gaze fixed on Estelle with anticipation.
Estelle shook her head and answered, “It seems that he doesn’t like to talk about his identity, so I didn’t ask him about his name. Didn’t Justin tell you about it?”
“I forgot to ask him!” Rebecca said with regret. “Oh, my God. I should have asked him about it before we broke up. Now, I’ve dumped him. It will be embarrassing if I contact him again!”
Estelle was amused by her words. “It doesn’t matter. Whatever Mr. Mysterious’ name is, as long as he is Mr. Mysterious, that’s enough for me.”
“Indeed,” Rebecca replied, her smile widening. “Estelle, I genuinely hope that you can lead a joyful life alongside Mr. Mysterious.”
“I will,” Estelle affirmed with a sense of conviction.