Christina didn't know what work Charles needed to do in the C City.
She hadn't seen him for a whole week since they met last time.
She had intended to go back to the A City, but Mrs.Dickens held her hands and tried to persuade her to
stay a few more days with her hoarse sobbing voice.She couldn't reject her so she had stayed there for
a whole week.
"I don't have too much luggage, so there's no need to see me off.I have called a taxi straight to the
airport."
She picked her luggage up and came out of her room.She saw Betty holding a bow of lily syrup.
"There are three hours left.No hurry.Drink this first."
"Remember to check-in, or you'll miss the time again, just like yesterday"
Betty remembered that she had gone to the airport in vain yesterday and felt like laughing.
"Your grandma can't bear to see you leave.She wants you to stay here"
Ever since Donald was ill and in hospital, Mrs.Dickens, who was in her eighties, seemed to have
figured it out.
Money was important, but reliable families who could be trusted were more significant.She took the
bowl of syrup and walked to the living room to drink.
From time to time, she looked up at the decorations around the house.
It was her home in her childhood, and everything was familiar.
For a period of time, she hated the Dickens family very much.She hadn't intended to go into the house
when she came back this time.
But Betty seemed to let her and the Dickens family resolve their previous grudges.She had dragged
her into the house.Her grandma had been saying that she had tidied up her room, just like before.
"You don't like living here, right?" Betty sat next to her and could tell what she was thinking.
"No" She lowered her head and stiffly took the spoon to stir the syrup.
But in fact, she felt their warmth and love.
Betty knew that she liked the syrup.
"I'll get you another bow!""
"No, thanks.I'm full"
Betty looked at her with a serious expression.
"If you go back to the A City and live alone, there will be no syrup at all!"
Then she persuaded, "Christina, actually, the C City is better for you."
"Are you still angry with your father?"
"No matter what has happened, no matter how estranged you and your father are, you are a family.But
for your father had been rescued in time, you would never see him"
As people grew up, they understood more clearly that nothing in this world counted except for life and
death.
Christina subconsciously looked up at the stairs.
Her father, Donald, had been living on the second floor since he was discharged from the hospital.
He could walk around now.His assistant would send the documents over for him to review.He would go
downstairs to have meals together with the whole family.
At least they had not quarreled with each other.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Betty's eyes darkened and she said in a low voice, "Actually, it was
not all his fault as for your mother's accident..."
"It's been so many years.Forget it."
She interrupted her.She didn't want to recall those old things.
"I have had a good time by living in the Dickens family for the past few days." She said calmly and
naturally stretched out her arms.
"That's true.It doesn't seem to be as awkward and oppressive as it used to be.It's probably because
Connie didn't come back."
Betty also found it strange that Connie had not returned to the Dickens family for along time.
"Your grandma has lost contact with her.It seems that she is busy with something."
Christina was not interested in Carrie and Connie.She got up and said, "I really have to go to the
airport.Grandma went to the hospital to take a physical examination with the nanny, so I have to go out
quickly..."
Betty stopped persuading her and took a single-shoulder bag for her.
They walked side by side towards the door.
"Christina, where are you going? You can't leave!"
As soon as she opened the door, she heard an angry and sharp female voice.She was stunned.
Talk of the devil and he would appear.
Connie wore a white suit and a pair of black Gucci sunglasses, with long hair covering her shoulders.
From afar, she looked like a big star.
However, her fringe was a little messy and she looked a little haggard with her exquisite makeup.She
came out from a gray Audi and rushed forward to stop her from leaving.
Betty was a little surprised to see her anxiety.
"Connie, what are you doing..." Betty said unhappily, but Connie took a big step forward irritably and
gave her ashove.
"Get out of here.Who do you think you are?"
Betty staggered back and Christina quickly held her.She looked up at the stepmother in front of her and
said in a cold voice, "Don't let me go? Look at you."
"Connie, don't provoke me, or I'm not sure if you'll die."
She said these words out of anger, but Connie seemed to be crazy and scolded her angrily, "Christina,
you asked Charles to scheme my downfall.I won't let you go."
Her face darkened.
Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed her wrist to drag her into the house, which caused her wrist to
bruise.
Christina frowned and shook her hand in pain.
"What are you talking about? I don’t know..."
But she couldn't shake off her hand.
Connie glared at her fiercely, with her bright yellow nails pinching her skin as if she had prepared to
perish together.
"I won't let you go!"
"Connie, let go of Christina!"
Betty hurriedly pushed her.
Connie turned her head, and immediately grabbed blue-and-white porcelain on the cabinet at the foyer
and slammed it.
"Bang."
Betty froze in fear and the blue-and-white porcelain shattered into pieces all over the floor.
Christina was also shocked.
Looking at the fragments on the floor, she tried to use her left hand to move her fingers.
She pinched her wrist with her sharp nails so it seemed to bleed.She was so annoyed.She had never
thought that Connie would be so powerful.Her knuckles turned white as if she was going to break her
bones.
"Christina, don't think your karate is useful.I escaped from that smelly and dirty mountain.If I want to
live, I must be cruel and vicious..." Connie glared at her like a wild animal.
She gritted her teeth and said word by word.
It seemed that she had an irreconcilable hatred for her.
Only by flaying and swallowing her alive could she vent her anger.
At this moment, Christina was really frightened by her malicious and cruel look.
In her life, she had not encountered a number of difficulties, so her ferocity really made her frightened.
"That's enough!"
The sound of footsteps came from the stairs.
Donald held the handrail of the stairs and shouted, a little flustered.
"Connie, that's enough! Let her go!"
"Are you worried that your precious daughter will die in my hands?"
Connie looked up at him.
There was an evil smile on her attractive face.Then she burst into laughter, crazily and ceaselessly.
Christina froze in a daze.
Looking warily at Connie beside her, who seemed to be crazy and whose laughter was so arrogant, but
a little grievous, she had never heard such a sharp and piercing laughter, like roaring and screaming.
Upstairs, Donald's eyes were fixed on her ferocious features.
Then he ran down the stairs.
"Didn't you say you almost died? How can you run like this at such an old age?"
Connie looked at him and viciously cursed.
The more anxious he was, the more indignant she became.
They were in the dining room of the Dickens family.They used to put a long knife on the communal
table, which was usually used to cut bread.
Betty had been standing at the back and watching for the proper moment for action.She noticed
Connie's glancing at the knife and immediately rushed over to grab the knife.
But Connie moved surprisingly fast.
Connie was as agile as a wild cat.She grabbed the hilt of the knife and waved her hand back.
And the blade hit Betty's palm.
Then blood dripped on the clean floor tiles.
"Dare you.."
Christina looked at this scene and immediately was about to punch her on the nose.
However, she evaded the attack and the long knife in her right hand immediately rested on her fair
neck.
When the long metal knife touched her skin, fear overtook her.If she struggled a little, her neck would
bleed.
While Connie leaned closer to her ear and told her in a cold voice, "This knife is very blunt.I intend to
rub off your blood vessels bit by bit with it...It will definitely hurt..."
Her face was a little pale.She was suppressed by Connie and had no chance to fight back.
"Connie, let her go immediately!"
Donald blushed and ran up to them, but he didn't dare to grab the knife.He was not in good health,
panting heavily.
"Connie, you swore to me that you would not hurt her again in the future!"
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