Chapter 12 Pulled Down the Stairs by Evelyn
I awkwardly pulled out my phone and glanced up to see Christopher's meaningful expression.
The caller ID showed Donald. I answered and handed the phone to Christopher, who said, "You take it."
"Donald, Christopher's not available right now. What's up?" I asked.
Donald recognized my voice and paused before saying, "Mrs. Valence, it's nothing urgent. Just a contract clause I wanted to confirm with Mr. Valence. It can wait until Monday."
Neither Christopher nor I paid much attention to the interruption.
In the middle of the night, I got up to get some water.
When I turned on the light, I noticed the other side of the bed was empty. The sheets were still warm; he had just left.
As I walked to the bathroom door, I heard a noise coming from the balcony.
It was Christopher's suppressed and cold voice. "If she wants to die, hand her the knife! Call emergency services if needed! What good is calling me? Am I a doctor or a cop? She won't dare! How many times has she threatened suicide? Has she ever actually done it? Tell her I won't divorce! She should give up on that idea!"
Finally, he lowered his voice even more. "But make sure nothing really happens to her. Assign more people to watch her."
I didn't catch the last part clearly.
Christopher stood with his back to me, one hand on the railing, exuding frustration and anger.
Christopher's attitude reassured me. They hadn't seen each other recently, so it seemed like it was really over this time.
Not long after, Christopher came back in, gently holding me in his arms, his body still carrying the coolness of the night.
But when I woke up, he was gone again.
I searched downstairs but couldn't find him.
Donna said, "Mrs. Valence, Mr. Valence left early this morning. It seemed urgent."
I was taken aback and called Christopher. After a moment, his tired voice came through. "Hello."
I sensed something was wrong. "What's going on?"
He replied, "Nothing; Evelyn attempted suicide and was taken to the hospital."
All my hopes were instantly dashed, and I felt a cold chill from head to toe.
I was in despair.
I instinctively touched my stomach and started to wonder if I should really keep this baby.
If I did, it would be hard to sever ties with Christopher completely.
Custody of the baby would be a big issue.
Christopher called my name, "Hope?"
"Yeah, it has nothing to do with me." At that moment, I didn't want to say another word.
I was going to ask him to go to the hospital with me today, just to tell him about the pregnancy, but I didn't need to now.
After breakfast, I asked Elissa to accompany me to the hospital for a check-up. As we came out with the test results, we ran into Christopher supporting Evelyn.
Evelyn's expression turned strange. "Why are you coming to the gynecology department?"
Elissa, knowing I didn't want them to find out about my pregnancy, quickly grabbed the prenatal check-up sheet. "Hope is here with me. Do you have a problem with that?"
Not satisfied with just that, Elissa pretended to be furious and said to Christopher, "Tell Ivan to transfer $3 million to me, or I'll have an abortion right now!"
I was stunned. Elissa sacrificed her reputation for me.
Christopher was also shocked, seemingly not expecting Elissa to be pregnant with Ivan's baby. He tried to calm Elissa down, pulling out his phone. "I'll transfer it for him. I'll make sure he takes responsibility for you."
Elissa denied, "I don't want your money!"
Without thinking about how Ivan would react to suddenly becoming a father, Elissa grabbed my hand and ran. I looked back to see Christopher still in shock, and Evelyn smiling at me inexplicably. I felt a chill.
My parents' death anniversary was also this Saturday. I didn't want to take Christopher to see my parents; I drove to the cemetery alone.
When I was young and poor, Beata helped bury my parents after they passed away. When I grew up and started working, I used my first savings to move their graves to a better cemetery.
I placed fresh flowers in front of the tombstone, cleaning the dust while talking to them. "Dad, Mom, I'm pregnant. I think you would love your grandbaby, whether it's a boy or a girl, but the baby's father might not."
Thinking of the grievances of the past few days, I couldn't stop the tears from falling.
"But I've always been strong. Even if I divorce Christopher, I can take good care of the baby on my own."
The warm afternoon breeze blew, and two butterflies fluttered down, landing on the flowers in front of the grave as if responding to me.
When I got up and was ready to leave, a resentful voice came through.
"Hope, you're so despicable, you won't let Christopher see me, will you?" Evelyn appeared behind me, looking at me coldly.
I frowned. "Why are you here? What do you want?"
Evelyn waved her phone. "I called Christopher twenty minutes ago. He should be here soon. Guess what I want to do?"
We stood on the highest steps of the cemetery, facing off. Evelyn's crazed expression made me uneasy.
Soon, the sound of a car engine came from a distance. Christopher parked at the cemetery gate. He could see Evelyn and me if he looked up.
Evelyn smiled, slightly turned, grabbed my hand, pressed it to her chest, and then screamed, "What are you doing?"
In that second, Evelyn's body fell backward without hesitation, and she didn't let go of my hand.
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