I poured myself a glass of water and drank it to calm myself down because I could feel my fury affecting my heartbeat. After that, I turned to Benjamin and replied, “You are so imaginative that it’s a shame you’re not a novelist. I’ve made things clear when Natalie first went to the hospital and made a scene. I don’t care if you believe me, but I will repeat this one last time. A ship from Jetroina came and took Crystal and the others away. Why do you insist on assuming that she died? Do you expect me to just lie and say that I have killed her?”
“If that is the case, then why can’t we find her? And why hasn’t she contacted us?” growled Benjamin before he pushed me. I stumbled backward and accidentally got a medical report to fall onto the floor. I reached out to pick it up, but Benjamin beat me to it.
I finished the water in my mug before I refilled it with some boiling water. If Benjamin were to attack me, I would splash the water on him. “How is it my fault that she isn’t getting in touch with you? My gosh, we’re all adults, so can we be rational? Do you really think that I spend all my time thinking of ways to hurt Crystal? I’m not that free, you know? I have to cook for Chris, and you should leave as soon as possible. If you don’t… well, just don’t blame me for making things worse when Chris comes back and kicks your a*s.”
Benjamin stared at me in astonishment after he read the medical report. It was likely he never thought that I was dying, and his hands trembled a little before he asked, “Is this legit?”
That was the result of the initial test, and I had been keeping it hidden in my bag the entire time. It was likely that Christopher accidentally left it lying around when he was looking for something else. I retrieved the report and threatened, “That is none of your business. Shouldn’t you leave now? I can call the cops and tell them you broke into my home if you stay. Well, your reputation is tarnished anyway, so I’m guessing you don’t mind adding trespassing onto the list of bad coverage the media has on you?”
Benjamin scoffed after he got over his initial shock. He insulted, “You’re not thinking about using your medical condition to get Lyle to pity you, are you? Is that how you plan on making him get back together with you?”
I knew it. Benjamin is still the same old guy he has always been. Regardless of the situation, he would never say anything nice to me. I sighed at his incredible imagination once more. Then, I tore the report into pieces and threw it in the bin before saying, “Just keep your eyes on your pal and don’t let him come around to pester me, okay? Please f*cking leave now.”
I parted my hair and picked up a hair clip to tie it up. Benjamin, however, stiffened upon seeing that. His expression took a sharp change, and he suddenly rushed over to take my hair clip away. He shouted, “How dare you steal from Crystal. I knew it. You are a despicable person.”
“What the hell are you talking about? Give it back! My mom left that for me,” I demanded quickly. The only possession my mom left me, the only thing that survived all those years, was that diamond hair clip. That was why I kept it. What is wrong with him?
“F*ck off!” growled Benjamin as he pushed me away and insisted, “This belongs to Crystal. There’s no way I’d let you keep it as your own. You better pray that she is fine or I will come after you!”
Benjamin turned and left after saying his piece. I chased after him, but he was already inside the elevator when I got there. I pressed the buttons. Unfortunately, the elevator had already left.
“F*ck! Lunatics are everywhere,” I complained as I stomped on the floor. I was going to chase after him, but I thought about the situation. Mom is nowhere to be found, and I’ll be gone soon. What’s the point of getting her hair clip back? At the end of the day, we will all be forgotten. Gah, Benjamin can keep it if he wants it so much. It’s not that expensive, anyway. It’s annoying how he ruined my mood, though.
Christopher came back with a stack of books. Those books were all about cancer and what to look out for when caring for a cancer patient. The truth, however, was that there was no point in reading them anymore.
Neither one of us wanted to leave the house after dinner, so he hugged me on the couch and buried his face in my neck.
I could feel that the man was crying internally. Tears never left his eyes, but I knew that he was heartbroken, and I tried to offer some comfort. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find the right words, so I ended up kissing his lips to try to ignite his lust and distract him. My fingers slipped past his neck and crawled under his shirt.
Christopher picked me up and took me to the bedroom where we made passionate love. He kept hugging me and refused to let me go. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I realized that the lamp by the desk was still on. I turned over and saw that Christopher was reading. He was focused and made sure that he never missed even an alphabet written on the pages. That gripped my heart.
