My billionaire husband spoils me too much novel Chapter 548

Chapter 548
“Chandler, do you know how pained I was at that time?”
She did not blame or hold any resentment. She asked him calmly like an outsider.
Chandler could not respond. His heart ached, and his whole body seemed to be numb. He had never thought that it would be such a reason. He did not even dare to look her in the eye.
For the two of them, there seemed to be no topics to talk about.
ee
Chandler originally had thought of a lot of things to ask for peace and forgiveness. But now all of them were stuck in his throat. Crystal was right. He shouldn’t disturb her new life in Paris, because he was not qualified.

Her words kept repeating in his mind, over and over again. Guilt, shame, anger, hatred, all of these intertwined in his heart.
“It’s only two meters away. You’re in the ward, hugging Erica.”
“I was outside the ward. I was so scared that tears flowed out of my eyes. I struggled desperately to resist and wanted to call for help. How I wished you could turn around and see me…”
“Suddenly, I was covered by someone. He grabbed my hair, dragged me to the hospital stairs, and pushed me down.”
After a long time, Crystal pushed the chair away and stood up.
It was all over. She was a stranger to him and would never meet him again. She didn’t want to be hurt again. She didn’t want to be the cowardly and submissive as she used to be. She would definitely begin a new life in Paris.
COW
“Who is it?”
Just as she stood up silently and wanted to leave, Chandler squeezed out two words with hoarse and heavy.
Crystal stood up straight without looking back or stopping for him.
As if she could not hear his question, she continued to turn around and calmly looked at the beautiful street view of Paris, looking for a taxi.

She just wanted to leave, away from this man.
“I won’t pester you anymore.”
Chandler also stood up anxiously and subconsciously dragged her. He suddenly realized that he was not qualified. So his hand stopped in the air.
His tone softened as if he were talking to an ordinary friend, pleading earnestly, “Crystal, tell me, who pushed you downstairs?”
“Tell me, who did this to our child?” Chandler resisted his emotional and hated feelings.
He knew that she would not forgive him, and he did not dare to get close to hurting her. He was a failed father. All these years, he pretended to be a father for his brother, tried his best to educate Geoffrey and let Geoffrey call him father, but his own child ended up like this…
Even if this marriage ended, he must know who killed his child.
In front of her, when Crystal, who was walking away towards the main street, heard his words, she stopped for a moment but still did not look back. Chandler chased after her but did not dare to urge her, nor did he dare to look at her face.
“I don’t know.”
She only gave him this reply.
A taxi drove over. Crystal didn’t seem to want to talk to him anymore. Her footsteps were a little light but firm. She opened the door and sat in.
“Why?”
“I also have the right to know, why don’t you tell me… Who did this to our child!”
Chandler saw her get into the car and leave. He was so anxious that he ran after her and patted the window.
ar wa

But the car was already moving forward, and the speed was getting faster and faster. Finally, he couldn’t catch up with it, breathlessly watching the car gradually disappear.
Chandler didn’t know that Crystal in the car was already sobbing. She didn’t wipe the tears off her cheeks, letting them flowing.
Today, she used all her strength to tell herself that she had come to a new place, she was no longer weak and she could face it.
However, at the mention of her dead baby, all her stubbornness collapsed.
Who killed her baby?
Who was that person? Who hated her so much?
During that time, she only indulged in the pain of losing her child. No matter what the process was, the result was the same. Her child was gone.
She really didn’t have the strength or courage to stay there and look for an answer.
Tears fell one by one.
The morning in Paris happened to be the afternoon in A City, and it was almost evening.
“Why are you back so early today?”
Christina, who was playing with the baby in the baby’s room, did not lookup. She was busy and seemed to dislike Patrick coming home so early this morning.
“What are you doing?”
Patrick’s tone was much gentler than usual. He liked to stand by quietly and look at his wife and children together. Christina would always tell them many interesting stories or play with them.
Christina was really playing with her sons, fiddling with their little clothes.
She bought them two sets of sheep clothes. Two one-year-old babies lined up in front of her, blinking their big bright eyes and staggering their small fair bodies. They were cooperative with their mother who was changing clothes for them.
vere C
“Hey, why does this sheep seem to have crooked ears?”
Christina looked at the sons who had become similar to two little lambs. They were white and fluffy, only showing their little fair faces. They were very cute with the big eyes were clear and bright, little pink lips curved into a smile.
Patrick looked at it and unconsciously smiled.

“Nanny Faang, the quality of the dress is not good.” Christina turned around and shouted dissatisfiedly.
“Junior Mrs. Hopkins, this is what little sheep’s ears look like. The dress was designed according to the size before. Little young master has been eating more and growing faster than expected during this period of time. So the clothes are half a size smaller, and the sheep’s ears look a little off.”
It meant that her son had eaten too much and suddenly became too fat, surpassing the designers estimated size.
Nanny Faang explained to her patiently. These chats were of no value. But they were important in the Hopkins family.
“Big Chubby, Little Chubby.”
Christina picked up a “sheep” and gave them other nicknames with a smile.
The young master’s nickname in their Hopkins family was so varied for Christina called them whatever she thought. Of course, the baby had no right to resist. As long as they heard Christina’s voice, no matter what it was, they would raise their innocent little face with bright eyes, and smile shyly.
Patrick had no objections to his wife’s unkind behaviour. His grandfather insisted on giving the children a proper name. He would delay it to the time they were in primary school. In these several few years, Christina could call them whatever she liked.
“Babies, come here, come here to eat grass.”
Christina asked the maid to bring her broccoli. She deliberately walked to the door, shook the green broccoli and coaxed the two “sheep” in the room to climb over.
Small was forced by his mother to wear this one-piece sheep suit, which made him uncomfortable because he was fat.
His little butt twitched, and the sheep’s short tail also twitched. He looked at his mommy and wanted to climb over. But he was reserved. After two steps, he flattened his mouth.
“Ah…ah…ah” Small couldn’t climb up. His sapphire blue eyes were watery, which made him look very aggrieved.
“Big, come on, come on…”

Seeing that her eldest son was very determined and crawled towards her step by step, Christina was very glad.
Big seemed to be able to understand his mother’s words for him. He was very excited and happy. His two small hands worked hard to move forward, and his two small feet kicked hard. The more he climbed, the more energetic he became.
Poor Small, who was holding tears in his eyes, looked his brother’s sheep butt past him. Christina picked up Big and praised him.
Small stopped trying. He lay on the clean and solid wood floor, refusing to move and bursting into tears.
Christina was holding her eldest son and kicked Patrick. “Go and hug Small.”
Patrick raised his eyebrows. He recently found that Christina seemed to like Big more.
Sure she was. For Big had learned to call her mommy, Christina was so excited every time she heard it. But Small would only stare at her blankly and knew to meow so far.
When Chandler stood at the entrance of the Hopkins family nursery and saw the scene in front of him, he was complicated with envy, jealousy, and anger.
“…Excuse me, I have something important to ask you.”