My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 344

"Donald cheated on your mother on purpose to infuriate her. For all these years, I've been living with them and watching. I know that Donald loves my sister very much, but he loves her too humbly. Sometimes he's strict with you, but he doesn't mean it to be harsh to you, rather, it may be because he loses control of his temper. Don't blame him."

"And... In the end, Donald didn't get anything."

Betty looked at her guiltily and drawled word by word, "Donald took Connie home, and the conflict between him and your mother got more intense. In the end, Connie miscarried and your mother was imprisoned... Your mother pressed him with her life, and Donald secretly let her go." Until now, no one knew where Mary had gone except Donald.

After that, Betty looked at her quietly and nervously. She had been tortured by her conscience for deceiving Christina about this matter.

"Your mother didn't actually commit suicide, Donald asked all of us to hide it... He didn't want you to know, and he didn't want you to have a bad impression of your mother." He chose to protect her until the end.

Christina managed to remain composure.

After a while, she spoke in a calm voice, "Connie said it... When my father first entered the operating room, she seemed to be too scared and said it like she had gone crazy."

Christina's voice grew lower and lower. "So, everything I know is fake, right?"

"Yes, it's fake," Betty said, feeling so guilty that she did not dare to lock gaze with her, but she told Christina with a pressed voice, "But your life is not fake, and the people around you..."

Suddenly, there was a flurry of footsteps at the elevator door.

Patrick.

When Christina identified the man walking slowly towards her from the elevator, she froze, her face deadpan.

It was not until Betty tugged at her sleeve and the man with an outstanding temperament stood half a metre away that Christina regained her senses.

Perhaps because the fluorescent light overhead was too white and dazzling, Christina felt like he was but an illusion.

Patrick Hopkins, the privileged descendent of the Hopkins family, appeared in front of her.

Christina suddenly felt a verge to cry, a surge of emotions rushing up from the bottom of her heart, and her weepy eyes went blurred with tears.

It was as if she had been suppressing a great grievance she had been suffering, but once she cast eyes on him, she suddenly didn't want to bear it anymore and just wanted to burst into wailing.

But Christina did not cry. Her stubborn eyes stared at the man who suddenly appeared in silence.

Her clear eyes were beautiful, glistening with tears. With crystal liquids swirling in her eyes, she seemed like a child stifling her impulse, wanting to sob but daring not to.

As if it was her body's instinctive reaction, she stood up straight from the chair and stepped forward, appearing to approach him.

But no. Christina rose up, turned around, and strode away with her back to him.

Betty did a double-take. She glanced at the indifferent man in front of her and then turned to look at her niece trotting along the cold corridor of the hospital to the end of the ward as if fleeing.