Chapter 273 Christopher Is in Trouble
Michael never imagined Sinclair would actually go through with the divorce.
A flash of shock crossed his face. "Sinclair, if this is about Patricia, I..."
Sinclair laughed, her eyes red with hatred. "Patricia killed our child, Michael. How could you let her get away with it?"
"She threatened to jump off a building, and I caved," Michael explained.
When Patricia planned that car accident to kill her, a pregnant woman, there was no caving.
Sinclair sat in the car, tears streaming down her face, but her anger made her limbs stiff and numb. She used all her strength to slowly clench her fist.
She heard her own voice, trying to stay calm but still trembling. "Michael, did you marry me because you love me, or because you feel guilty?"
Michael was stunned.
He looked at her, opened his mouth, but his Adam's apple bobbed, and for a moment, rendering him speechless. Love or guilt, he couldn't tell.
He hesitated.
Asked 'Do you love me?' a pause longer than three seconds spoke volumes.
Sinclair closed her eyes, tears streaming down.
Back then, she got pregnant before marriage. For the sake of the child, he traveled all the way to Oakvale County, standing in the rain, refusing to leave, asking her to give him another chance.
She softened, believing they would grow closer as he made room in his heart for her.
But now, their child was killed by Patricia, and she barely survived. Yet he remained indifferent, even helping Patricia, the murderer, go unpunished. Even if she was still confused, it was time to wake up from this dream.
"Do you know why Patricia wanted to kill me?" Sinclair said.
Michael was stunned. "You remember everything?"
She continued, "Maybe even God couldn't stand what Patricia did. She probably not only killed our child but also Juniper's mother."
Michael's eyes showed shock. "I've confronted her about this. Juniper's mother's death was an accident, and it had little to do with her."
Sinclair laughed helplessly and mockingly. "Michael, your sister is darker than the worms in a toilet. Only you would believe she acted out of pure impulse. Or maybe you just can't admit that your sister killed Juniper's mother? You're afraid that Juniper will never forgive you, right?"
Her tone was light, but every word was powerful, like bullets hitting his forehead.
He watched the white Mercedes drive out of his sight, but he no longer had the courage or the right to chase after her.
The white Mercedes drove further and further away.
Sinclair couldn't help but look back through the rearview mirror.
Michael stood in the cold wind, gentle yet lonely.
She suddenly remembered the time when he came to their school as a company representative to provide sponsorship. She was just one of the sponsored students.
Michael cherished the only photo of him and Juniper, and so did Sinclair.
Back then, he stood in the center of the photo as the sponsor, while she was three people away, creating their only connection.
The wheel of fate often turned in an instant.
But what didn't belong to her would eventually be taken back mercilessly.
She and Michael were always different.
After the bride ran away, Riverside Estate erupted in an uproar.
Juniper didn't like the commotion and was about to leave with Jenny when her phone rang.
The caller ID showed Ronald.
Juniper answered the call right in front of Magnus.
"Hello, Ronald?"
"Quinn, Dad suddenly fainted at home and was rushed to the emergency room. The doctor says it's heart failure and it's serious. You need to come back to Southern City right away!" Ronald sounded frantic.
Juniper's brow furrowed. "Okay, I'll book a flight back immediately."
After hanging up, she was visibly worried.
Magnus asked, "What's wrong?"
"Christopher suddenly fainted, and it's serious. I need to go back to Southern City immediately," she replied.
They had originally planned to return to Southern City after Sinclair's wedding.
Now, Sinclair's wedding had turned into a farce, and it was over. Going back to Southern City tonight was just moving the plan up by one night.
Magnus's eyes showed a trace of reluctance, but he quickly suppressed it. "Alright, let's go back to Royal View to pack your things. I'll take you and Jenny to Southern City."
"No need, SY has been in the spotlight recently. You don't need to take me personally. Jenny and I..." Juniper started to refuse.
"Even if I trust you, I can't be at ease with Jenny," Magnus said.
The implication was that he mainly wanted to take Jenny to Southern City.
His firm tone left Juniper with no room to argue.
Paul booked an 8 PM flight.
On the way, only Jenny was excited. To a child, this was just a fun trip.
"Mom, does Southern City look like Imperial Capital?" Jenny asked. Imperial Capital had towering skyscrapers and vibrant energy.
Southern City exuded a more relaxed and charming atmosphere, with historic buildings and southern warmth.
"Not quite the same," Juniper replied.
The climate and city vibe were completely different.
"Mom, do you like Imperial Capital or Southern City?" Jenny suddenly asked.
Juniper hesitated, her eyes subconsciously glancing at Magnus's profile. Whether out of spite or from the heart, she said, "Southern City. The climate is more humid and comfortable."
She wasn't sure if she was talking about the city or the people.
Magnus turned the plain silver ring on his ring finger, his gaze deepening.
He had decided to send her to Ronald, but now, he was the one feeling uneasy.
That night, Sinclair didn't return to Maple Villa. That was Michael's home, not hers.
Too much had happened today. She needed to think about her future.
She called Juniper, but her phone was off. Sinclair was too overwhelmed to care about others and turned off her own phone.
Tonight, she just wanted a good sleep.
No matter how big the problem, she could deal with it tomorrow.
She took a shower and lay on the soft hotel bed, quickly falling asleep.
Plagued by nightmares, she endlessly relived the child's cries and the truck crash, each time more terrifying than the last.
She tried to open her eyes to wake up, but it felt like she was sinking into a deep pool, feeling more and more helpless, finally sobbing quietly in her dream.
Tears rolled down her closed eyes, soaking the pillow.
That night, she slept uneasily.
Early the next morning, she received a call from the hospital.
"Is this Ms. Cross? The results of your previous check-up are out. There's something wrong. Can you come to the hospital now?" a doctor said.
Sinclair's heart skipped a beat. "Is it serious?"
The doctor replied, "It's better to discuss it in person at the hospital."
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