Chapter 8 Good For Him

• She turned around and looked up at his face with a sweet smile. “Cristofer, I’ll return your properties to you.”
• “What?”
• “Believe it or not, I’ve never wanted your properties, and I’m sorry about the death of your parents,” she explained. “Don’t worry, ’cause I’ll give you whatever you want.”
• He interrupted, “You won’t.”
• “What if I will?”
• “I want to marry Gretchen right now.”
• She nodded. “You can fulfill your dream in seven days, no, six days to be exact.”
• He continued, “What if I want to ruin the reputation of your family? I want you to kneel and kowtow in front of my parents’ gravestones, too.”
• Silent for a second, she nodded. “Okay, I’ll kneel for them ’cause they loved me so much, and their death had something to do with me.”
• It did have something to do with her.
• If she had not fallen for Cristofer and accepted deep affection from his parents, who deemed her as their future daughter-in-law, Gretchen would not have killed them so brutally and ruthlessly.
• Thinking of the old couple’s amiable faces, Estelle felt a pang of sorrow.
• “What else?” she asked.
• The loud wind weakened Cristofer’s voice. “I want you to jump down from here. Can you?”
• Estelle dangled her legs in mid-air and looked down at the five-story building. There was no doubt that she would die if she jumped down from this height.
• But she replied without hesitation. “I can if this is what you want.”
• “In seven days, again?” Cristofer crossed his arms and said coldly. “What are you up to? Do you think you can change anything by watching stars for seven days?”
• Estelle tucked her flyaway hair behind her ear and looked up at the sky, where the darkness was lit up by sparkling stars, creating a gorgeous picture. However, she did not feel delighted as usual.
• “I know I can’t change anything.”
• Just because nothing could be changed, she wished to seize every moment while she was alive.
• Cristofer’s voice was frigid. “I’ve watched the stars with you, and I don’t want to spend one more second with you.”
• After saying that, he left resolutely.
• Estelle maintained her posture, watching his car running farther and getting smaller before her eyes. Then, suddenly, she vomited blood onto the ground.
• There was a pool of redness as big as a palm, more so than last time.
• The last thing she thought before she lost consciousness was that the doctor did not lie to her — the pain of cancer was so sharp that, even with all her might, she could not hold on for longer.
• Thankfully, Cristofer was not there to see this scene.
• Otherwise, he would think that she was acting again.
• Good for him… to leave so early.
• After what seemed like a long sleep, Estelle was awakened by a familiar voice.
• “Estelle, Estelle? Wake up! Why are you sleeping on the roof? Oh, wake up.”
• Who was it?
• Was it Cristofer?
• Was he finally willing to come back to her?
• Limp and exhausted, Estelle opened her eyes and found that it was already morning. The stars had been replaced by torrential rain.
• The rain slanted heavily as if the sky had collapsed.
• Lying in the water, she was drenched to the skin.
• A gust of cold wind sent shivers down her spine. Then, she trembled violently, with her teeth chattering.
• Suddenly, she felt warm on her shoulders as a coat was taken off and wrapped around her body.
• Eventually, she saw the person next to her and struggled to give a wistful, bitter smile. “Here you are.”
• When Estelle awakened again, she found herself lying on her bed.
• Beside the bed was a large French window, through which she saw rain pouring down from the dark sky and washing over the glass to blur the whole outside world.
• “Estelle, you’re finally awake!”
• Hearing the familiar voice, she smiled softly. “Mrs. Moorsum, why are you here?”
• Mrs. Moorsum was a keen gardener serving the Hans’s.
• She walked up to the bed with a warm bowl of soup and looked sad for Estelle. “If I hadn’t come, no one would have known that you fainted. Here you are. This is red date soup. Good for your health.”
• Estelle struggled to sit up, took the bowl, and slowly sipped the soup.
• “Estelle, what’s up with you? When I helped you change your clothes, I found blood all over your body. Are you injured?”
• With a faint smile, Estelle shook her head. “I’m not injured. Mrs. Moorsum, don’t you… hate me?”
• When Mrs. Moorsum was down and out, it was Cristofer’s parents who gave her a job. This lasted for several decades until the Hans’ fell apart overnight. All the servants left except for this kind woman who insisted on taking care of Cristofer.
• Mrs. Moorsum sighed wistfully. “To be honest, I once resented you for the death of Mr. Hans and Mrs. Grantham. But Estelle, I watched you grow up and know you the best. You wouldn’t do that.”
• Estelle’s eyes turned red in an instant, “Mrs. Moorsum, do you believe me?”
• “Good girl, I’m old and not as smart as when I’m young, but I have my own judgment. If you had participated in the plot against the Hans’s, you would have enjoyed a luxurious life with your family rather than coming back to Cristofer.”
• Tears ran down Estelle’s cheeks, “Thank you, Mrs. Moorsum. But why can’t Cristofer think the same as you do?”
• “He’s just too scared to think this way.” Mrs. Moorsum wiped away Estelle’s tears with a warm hand and said in a gentle and loving tone, “Over the years, his heart has been overwhelmed by hatred. Besides, a woman called Gretchen Abrams has been staying by his side. With decades of experience, I can assure you that she’s very scheming and not as simple as Cristofer thinks.”
• Estelle revealed a wry smile.
• It was too late to discuss this issue.
• “Estelle, why were you alone in the rain on the roof? Did you argue with Cristofer again?”
• Estelle shook her head, “There’s no need to argue anymore.”
• Love had come to an end, and only pain and weariness remained. There was no point in arguing anymore.
• Should she tell him that Gretchen was the culprit or that she would soon die?