My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 513

[In the Eastern Garden of Hopkins family]

Just after dinner, Christina was sitting in the pavilion. When Nanny Faang felt that Christina was in a bad mood tonight, she brought a plate of fruit over.

"I'm full." Looking at the fruits, Christina didn't have much appetite.

She then propped her elbows on the table, feeling bored. And she reached out and pointed at them casually. "Just give them to Nancy and the others, or else it will be wasted."

The whole Hopkins residence was divided into several areas, and the servants hired were fixed to work in one area. The servants in the Eastern Garden were often glad that Christina didn't put on airs. They all liked her, except when she annoyed Patrick as he would vent his anger on them.

They prayed to God every day that she and Patrick could get along well with each other and stop quarreling.

"You don't like the dishes at the dinner?" Nanny Faang knew that Christina didn't pay much attention about rules. So she directly sat next to Christina and asked with concern.

Recently, Christina often went out to eat, saying that her friend Crystal's home-cooked food was delicious.

After a few cooks at home secretly found out about it, they all came to Nanny Faang, hoping that she would ask what kind of food Christina liked. Christina was very picky in food.

At this time, she didn't seem to hear Nanny Faang's question. She propped her chin with both hands and was thinking about something.

Suddenly, she stood up. "I think I'd better go to the hospital."

"Hospital?" As soon as Nanny Faang heard that, she immediately became nervous and asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? I'll call the family doctor here." As she spoke, she did not dare to delay and quickly got up.

Just then, Christina immediately grabbed her arm. "I'm not sick. I mean, I'm going to the hospital to see Crystal."

Nanny Faang turned to look at her, hesitating, and then said carefully, "It's past 8 pm now. If you want to visit her, you can go tomorrow."

"She has a fever and is hospitalized. I don't know why she has a fever," Christina muttered thoughtfully. "She didn't answer the phone, and she's pregnant now."

Nanny Faang then hurriedly added, "Junior Mrs. Hopkins, there's a fixed time for visiting patients in the hospital at night. You may not be able to enter after 9 o'clock."

Christina raised her eyebrows. She didn't think about it at all. "I'll find a way in, don't worry."

Upon hearing her words, Nanny Faang smiled wryly.

She was worried, which was why she tried so hard to stop Christina.

Anyone could tell that Young Master Hopkins didn't want her to always be with Crystal all day.

Yet before Nanny Faang could say anything, Christina had already walked far along the wooden corridor.

It was not easy to persuade Christina.

After calling Charles and asking about the hospital and ward where Crystal was staying, Christina drove straight there herself. On the way, she saw a few fruit stalls and got out of the car to buy a large basket of fruit.

"If she stays in the hospital, what if Chandler takes the opportunity to force her to do an abortion?"

Christina carried a large basket of fruit and went to see her friend. In fact, her true purpose was to see if Crystal had been bullied.

There was no one on the floor of the VIP ward. Along the way, she could only see some clean and tidy medical supplies, spotless hallways, bright fluorescent lights, and the air here was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

She frowned and walked faster. The sound of her high heels sounded in the quiet corridor.

Actually, she didn't like hospitals because of those bad experiences. Unless there was no other way, she wouldn't want to come to the hospital.

When she passed by the nurse station, she saw a few nurses working overtime to prepare the medicine. Right now, she was entertaining all sorts of ideas and quickened her pace. She wanted to find Crystal's ward quickly, afraid that someone would murder her.

When she had just arrived at the door of the ward, there seemed to be another visiter here.

"At that time, Christina was right in front of our house. There were a lot of people passing by. But she suddenly slapped Chandler in public."

Standing outside the ward, she heard Mrs. Stephenson's voice.

"Mom, I'm sorry. Christina is a little impulsive sometimes, but she definitely didn't mean it." Crystal's soft voice echoed.

"What else can we do? We can't ask Junior Mrs. Hopkins to apologize to us." Mrs. Stephenson was brooding over her son being slapped.

"Crystal, I'm saying this for your own good. Don't get too close to her... because no matter what happens in the future, we will definitely be the one who gets all the blames."

"I know." This time, Crystal's voice was very low.

At present, Christina stood outside the ward. For a moment, she was in a dilemma. Should she go in or turn around and leave?

"Since you're here, why don't you go in?" Just then, s gentle voice came from behind.

Chandler had just returned home to take a shower and change his clothes and then rushed to the hospital to accompany his wife. When he arrived at the hospital, he saw Christina standing outside the door with a strange expression.

Because they had some conflicts before, his tone was polite and estranged.

"I came to see why Crystal had a fever for no reason." She turned around and stared at him warily. And she said with a strong attitude.

"Also, Chandler, I'm warning you, Crystal is pregnant now and she wants to give birth to the child. Don't use Geoffrey being too young and now was not a good time to have another child as an excuse. Abortion is very harmful to a woman's body. If you dare to force her to have an abortion, I won't let you go!"

Unlike her hostile look, he stood still calmly and did not refute.

Yet her voice attracted the attention of people inside the room. Mrs. Stephenson immediately ran over and saw her at the door with a fruit basket. She was immediately worried whether Christina had heard her conversation with Crystal.

"It's so late. You, you're still here to visit?" She felt a little guilty.