My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 345

Mrs. Dickens was just worried too much and fainted from hypertension. When Christina pushed the door open and entered the ward, Mrs. Dickens had already woken up.

"Christina, how's your father now?" Mrs. Dickens asked Christina anxiously.

Christina stood at the head of Mrs. Dickens's bed and looked down at her aged and muddy eyes. She felt a lump in her throat and did not know how to speak.

Mrs. Dickens grabbed her anxiously. "Christina, your father will be fine. He will be fine."

Mrs. Dickens muttered repeatedly in a hoarse voice as if she was begging, and then she held Christina's left hand tightly. Now Christina was the only support of her.

However, she was not the daughter of the Dickens family.

Christina lowered her head, and whispered, "Grandma, my father will be fine. Don't worry too much."

Mrs. Dickens, reasonably, knew that she should not cause trouble for them at this juncture. She also knew Christina very well, who did not have the slightest bit of effeminacy and could not coax or comfort people, but every word she said was true.

Mrs. Dickens looked at her beautiful face and nodded in relief. "Donald will get through it," She muttered to herself sadly.

The doctor came in to examine the old lady, and Christina took a step back.

Just then, Betty rushed over and felt relieved seeing Mrs. Dickens had woken up.

Christina motioned to Betty and they walked to the small balcony in the ward.

"Doesn't grandma know anything?" Christina asked calmly.

Betty was bemused.

Christina turned her gaze at the sickbed and took a deep breath. "She doesn't know I'm not Donald Dickens's biological daughter, right?"

"Right," Betty replied stiffly.

"Then don't let her know."

Christina said firmly, "Never."

Betty, who was thinking that Christina had a cold relationship with the Dickens family, looked at her in shock.

Suddenly, Betty's eyes were red. Her niece was different from her sister. Though she was spoiled and willful, she was always kind-hearted.

The Dickens family was in such a mess that if she told Mrs. Dickens that her granddaughter was not her granddaughter, she would be helpless.

Christina lowered her head and kept silent.

"What are you talking about?" A tall figure walked towards them.

Hearing a familiar voice, Christina immediately turned to look. It was Charles.

Betty was not surprised to see Charles. She looked around as if she was still looking for another man.

But there was only Charles.

Charles noticed Betty's searching eyes and said, "Patrick is outside..."

"Charles, why did you interfere in Carrie's case?"

Christina interrupted him in a hurry as if she didn't want to hear the name, and her tone was angry. "I told you, the traffic accident concerning Carrie should be handed over to the judiciary according to formal procedures. Why did you interfere?"

Charles felt guilty in face of her questioning. With eyes widening, he tried to refute but failed.

He stammered, "It was Carrie who hit you intentionally. She's culpable. If the Hampton family intervened, wouldn't it be too easy for her?"

"Did the Hampton family get involved in this?" Christina glared at him.

Charles looked more diffident. "Cory did make it clear that he would not interfere, but... After all, Carrie is still the daughter-in-law of the Hampton family, what if they... Anyway, we can't lose. He who strikes first gains the advantage." The more he spoke, the more diffident he became.

Christina, in a mixed feeling, was enduring something.