Chapter 9: Why Bother Arguing With Him?

Which would he believe? The answer could not be clearer.

So, she would not argue with him. Besides, her energy did not allow her to start an argument.

“How long have I been in a coma?”

“It’s been two days and one night,” Mrs. Moorsum said. “I wanted to send you to the hospital, but you’d been dreaming and crying. You held the wet pillow tightly and didn’t let go no matter how I tried to pull it away.”

There were four days left before the seven-day deadline.

Estelle found her phone, which was dead, on the nightstand.

She charged up the phone and checked the weather forecast at once.

Just as Cristofer said, it would be cloudy or rainy for the next four days.

“Estelle, what are you smiling at?”

“I’m smiling at God, who’s particularly partial to Cristofer. No matter what he wishes, God will try every means to help him.”

Mrs. Moorsum was confused, “What are you mumbling about? You must be too tired from the fever.”

She leaned over to feel Estelle’s forehead. “Oh, why is it so hot? How long had you been in the rain before I came? Oh no, you have to see a doctor right away.”

Estelle held Mrs. Moorsum’s hand and said soothingly, “I don’t want to go to the hospital.”

“Be a good girl, Estelle,” Mrs. Moorsum coaxed as if Estelle were still a little girl. “When you get well, I’ll buy you some star-shaped candies.”

Tears streamed down Estelle’s face. “Okay.”

“Then wait for a while. I’ll call Cristofer.”

Mrs. Moorsum dialed the number right away, and when Cristofer picked up the phone, she said hastily, “Cristofer, please come back immediately. Estelle has a bad fever and cannot hold on for longer.”

Cristofer remained silent for a long time.

“Cristofer?”

“Give the phone to Estelle.”

“Oh, Okay, Okay.” Overjoyed, Mrs. Moorsum hurriedly handed the phone to Estelle and encouraged her in a whisper, “Cristofer wants to talk to you. Tell him that you’re innocent. You’ll be together as before as long as the misunderstanding is gone. I’ll get you another bowl of soup.”

When she closed the door, her face still beamed with pleasure.

She was the closest witness to the love story between Estelle and Cristofer.

They kissed for the first time in her small garden, dated outside under her cover, and learned from her how to make paper stars.

In her eyes, Estelle and Cristofer were a match made in heaven.

“Hi, Cristofer…”

“Estelle Hudson, how scheming you are! Since you’re blocklisted, you’re calling me with Mrs. Moorsum’s phone?”

Estelle was shocked. “You… you’ve blocklisted me?”

“I told you that there wouldn’t be stars for the next few days, so we don’t need to contact anymore. In seven days, we’ll get divorced and go separate ways.”

She burst out laughing, “Cristofer, am I a beast in your eyes? Why are you so afraid of me?”

Cristofer sneered. “You’re a cruel man.”

Dopey and drowsy, she sniffled and asked in a trembling voice, “Cristofer, do you think I have no feelings?”

How could he “stab” at her heart so mercilessly?

He replied coldly, “How could a cold-blooded woman have feelings?”

“Cristofer, you’ll regret it.”

“Yes, I regret knowing you.”

Estelle hung up the phone directly.

Why bother arguing with him?

Now that she knew his attitude towards her, she should not have harbored any hope and humiliated herself.

Mrs. Moorsum knocked on the door softly and popped her head in. “Estelle, how is it going? I know how much Cristofer loved you. If you explain to him well, he will surely…”

Estelle interrupted. “Mrs. Moorsum.”

“Eh?”

Estelle wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, revealing a big smile, “I miss the wontons you cooked.”

Seeing Estelle’s smile, Mrs. Moorsum thought the misunderstanding was finally gone and sighed with relief. Gladly, she said, “That’s easy. I’ll cook them for you. Have a nice sleep, and enjoy wontons when you’re awake.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Moorsum.”

“There’s no need for thanks. Cristofer loves wontons, too. I’ll cook some more so that he can enjoy them when he arrives.”

Estelle smiled silently.

How could he come back?

Suddenly thinking of something, Mrs. Moorsum clapped her hands and said, “Oh right, Estelle, I just remembered something. It may be helpful to find out the truth. On the morning of the car crash, a 4S store employee offered to do regular maintenance on Mr. Hans’s car. She was so sneaky that I suspected that she had something to do with the crash. I’ll tell him about this when Cristofer comes and ask him to investigate that store. There must be something wrong with that store.”

Estelle was enlightened all at once, “Did you see her face?”

“Yes, but it’s hazy in my memory now. I can only remember that she was very young, and I wondered why it was a woman, rather than a man, doing such hard work.”

Estelle asked hastily, “Do you know what Gretchen does?”

“I heard that Cristofer met her in a 4S store.” For an instant, Mrs. Moorsum was dumbfounded. “Estelle, could it be that…”

Estelle nodded. “Two days ago, Gretchen came to tell me that it was she who tampered with the car to cause the car crash!”

“Good gracious,” Mrs. Moorsum exclaimed. “Oh no, I must tell Cristofer about this when he comes!”

Estelle felt her heart beating again. Cristofer did not believe her words, but he undoubtedly trusted Mrs. Moorsum.

The full story would come out as long as he investigated the issue.

She felt excited and wronged at the same time.

Taking out her phone, she started to record a new video.

“Yohan, Mommy seems to have found a way to get your Daddy back. Do what Mr. Harris and the nurses tell you to do, cause they’ll help build you up. After Daddy finds out the truth, I’ll take him to you. I’ll also give birth to your brother or sister and then cure you. Are you happy about it?”

“You cannot imagine how excited I am. I thought I had only seven days for a bet, but if Daddy knows the truth, I’ll have a few more weeks to live and bring your brother or sister to this world more smoothly. Yohan, Mommy loves you and your Daddy very, very much.”