Excitement filled Bailey in an instant. “Christina, are you going to get a divorce?”
Her question rendered Christina helpless. “What are you talking about? I’m just buying a house.”
“That’s right. You’re buying a new house even when there’s already a big one available. That means you’re separating from your husband, right?”
Christina was nonplussed at Bailey’s insistence. There was really nothing wrong between her and Nathaniel.
“Contact a reliable real estate agent for me. I’ll explain to you afterward,” Christina said.
Shortly after the call, Gabrielle sent over the contact details of a real estate agent.
Christina then got into a taxi and headed for the hospital.
Even though she couldn’t be there every day, she called the doctor daily to ask about her mother’s situation.
This was the main reason why she wanted to resign–she wanted to spend more time with Sharon.
Lately, she had saved quite a bit of money. The first thing she did upon gaining financial capability was to improve Sharon’s and her living conditions.
Upon arriving at the hospital, Christina found the attending doctor to inquire about Sharon’s condition.
“Although Ms. Zapler has regained consciousness, she suffered trauma to the brain. Since her hippocampus was injured, her memories might be fragmented. You should prepare yourself for that.”
When Christina heard that, she felt a piercing pain in her heart.
“Can I bring her home?”
The doctor could tell that Christina was only in her twenties, but she looked more mature than her peers with that firm look in her eyes.
“Yes. In your mother’s case, her family’s companion will be helpful for her condition.”
After a while, Christina entered the ward, where Sharon was sleeping peacefully. She prepared a warm towel and wiped the latter’s face before tucking the latter in.
Christina stayed by Sharon’s side for a long time. It was only when the visiting hours were over that she left the hospital.
As she came out of the building, she received a text from the real estate agent from earlier, telling her that there was a villa that fitted her requirements perfectly.
She asked for the address and traveled there right away.
The house was a mini two–story villa with a courtyard. It spanned an area of three hundred square meters, which was just right for three people to live in.
“I won’t dare to fool you since you were referred by Ms. Cook. This is a new house that has never been rented out. The owner is an interior designer, so the furniture and decorations are very tasteful. He emigrated after purchasing this villa and rarely returns, so he decided to sell it.”
Christina was quite satisfied with the villa. “How much is the asking price?”
“Five million.”
Having looked into the housing market prices, Christina knew this amount was reasonable. She immediately agreed, “Sure, let’s make the deal.”
They arranged to meet at the law firm the next day to sign the papers. Once Christina sent the the house could be transferred under her name.
After the meeting with the agent, Christina returned to Scenic Garden Manor.
It was already past dinner time, but the food on the dining table was untouched.
This was a little unusual considering how Nathaniel’s car was parked in the courtyard.
Like a kitten, Christina nimbly tiptoed upstairs and walked to the study.
payment,
Nathaniel was sitting by the table, holding a glass of whiskey. The light shone on his face, his side profile flawless.
Despite his silence, his presence stood out with his elegant and distant aura.
He looked like an oil painting as he sat there quietly, capturing one’s attention at first glance.
When Christina walked in, she noticed the hint of displeasure in his eyes.
She rarely saw Nathaniel in such a despondent state. Taking away the wine glass from his hand, she voiced. “You haven’t eaten, yet you’re drinking something so strong. It’s bad for your stomach.”
Otherwise, how did he already find out that I’m buying a house?
Does she find it so difficult to live with me?
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This is chapter 63, it got reupload as 64, can you please fix it?...