Chapter 115 Brenda’s Suicide
Chapter 115 Brenda’s Suicide
On my way to the Valence Group, I reflected on Christopher finally suspecting Brenda and Evelyn. I should have felt. relieved.
The cause of Bentley’s death, and Christopher’s mother’s death, might finally be explained this time.
But deep down, I still felt uneasy. I couldn’t quite pinpoint the reason.
When I arrived at the Valence Group, I immediately sensed a completely different atmosphere from before. Everyone was rushing around, looking serious.
As soon as I stepped out of the elevator on the top floor, this atmosphere reached its peak.
Donald was waiting for me at the elevator, ready to take me to Mr. Valence’s office. Noticing my curiosity, he sighed, “The online situation has hugely impacted the group. Several near–complete projects are now on hold.”
I frowned. “Is it really that serious?”
It seemed that Jerry was indeed quite skilled. His actions had caused a crisis that the Valence Group hadn’t faced in
years.
Donald glanced again in the direction of Mr. Valence’s office, continuing, “Yes, no one expected this. Since the incident yesterday, Mr. Valence hasn’t slept at all.”
I remained silent, not knowing what to say. After all, I was both a former employee of the Valence Group and about to become Christopher’s ex–wife.
Donald opened the door to Mr. Valence’s office, and I walked in to see Christopher standing by the floor–to–ceiling window, making a phone call, looking as impressive as ever.
Christopher’s fingers flicked a cigarette. He exhaled a smoke ring, his voice sharp and decisive. “Don’t give them an inch. Let them know they can’t take advantage of this situation!”
After saying this, Christopher, irritated, tossed his phone onto the coffee table.
Christopher noticed me out of the corner of his eye, turned, and his blue eyes, deep like a vortex, softened as the
tension around him eased.
“You’re here.” Christopher’s voice was warm yet carried a hint of undeniable fatigue.
I said, “Yes.”
I walked over to the sofa and sat down,,taking the coffee Donald handed me.
After Donald left, Christopher approached, tugging at his tie; I noticed the red veins in his eyes.
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Chapter 115 Brenda’s Suicide
Donald hadn’t been lying.
Christopher sat down and instinctively tried to extinguish his cigarette on his wrist. Noticing my gaze, he switched to the ashtray:
I frowned, feeling a tug at my heart. “So, that’s how you got the burn on your hand?”
1 had suspected it before, but seeing Christopher about to do it in person was a different feeling.
Christopher’s depression probably hadn’t improved at all.
Christopher’s eyelashes lowered slightly, and he avoided my gaze, replying. “Yes.”
Then he calmly changed the subject. “Is your aunt doing okay?”
“Nothing major,” I answered truthfully and then smiled. “Thanks for the bodyguards. Having them keeping an eye on my aunt is a big help.”
Christopher glanced at the time. “Alright, I’ve already instructed them. They should be arriving at the hospital soon.”
“So soon?” I was a bit surprised.
Christopher rarely prioritized my matters like this.
Christopher gave a self–deprecating smile. “You make it sound like you think I’m some kind of villain.”
I uttered, “Not at all.”
Except for not being a good husband in our marriage.
Most of the time, Christopher was a good person.
I got back to the main topic. “You called me here to ask about what Evelyn Valence said, that Brenda was destroying other people’s families?”
A hint of pain flashed in Christopher’s cold eyes. He answered, “Yes.”
Actually, I knew Christopher didn’t entirely see Brenda as a mother; she was more of a source of comfort. But after Brenda became vegetative for Christopher, it somehow deepened his trust in her.
After Bentley’s death, Brenda became the only source of warmth in Christopher’s family.
But now,
if what Evelyn said was true, Christopher’s view of family would be completely shattered.
Years or even decades of emotions would be destroyed all at once.
Growing up in an already imperfect family, experiencing this could be devastating.
However, I didn’t agree with Barry’s approach; sometimes facing these things directly could be better.
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I looked steadily at Christopher. “Will you believe what I say?”
Christopher’s voice was gentle. “Yes.”
He must have thought about it for a long time before deciding to ask me, so his answer came without hesitation.
With that, I had no more reservations. I took a sip of my coffee and said, “If I told you that what I said in the hospital
that day…”
“Christopher!” The office door was suddenly pushed open without warning, accompanied by a crisp female voice that forcefully interrupted me.
The next second, Kimberly walked in, dressed in a limited–edition designer outfit and white high–heeled boots.
Kimberly’s delicate face wore a bright and obedient smile. “I brought the contract for you!”
It was clear she was raised with money and love from a wealthy family–confident, direct, and flamboyantly spoiled.
However, the smile on Kimberly’s face froze for a moment when she saw me in the office.
Kimberly looked at Christopher and said sweetly, “Christopher, who is she?”
Christopher’s expression didn’t change as he introduced me calmly, “My wife.”
Kimberly’s eyes widened, and she pointed her slender, delicate finger at me, questioning, “Isn’t your wife that woman from the news, the one who doesn’t look as good as her?”
Her gaze at me was full of wariness.
“That’s my stepmother’s daughter. Christopher deflected the question with ease.
Kimberly looked stunned. After a moment, she gritted her teeth and cursed, “Damn Jerry Hammer, he knew I had the wrong person and didn’t tell me!*
“The contract, “Christopher said, extending his well–defined hand.
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