Chapter １７

Cheney's pov

When I returned to the hotel, Krista had not yet returned.

She was still humming when she pushed the door and came in. She seemed to be in a good mood.

"Your leader said that you didn't work overtime today. Where did you go?"

"I haven't been to the construction site for several months so I'm getting used to it again. I was tired and sore these last two days, so I went to have a massage."

I frowned. "Don't go to the construction site tomorrow."

"How can that work?"

"You are a woman from the construction site, and you can't do it?"

"I can do it, but this is my job. What should I do, how can I hide? People think that women can't do this. If I don't go, isn't it ridiculed by others?"

"Nobody needs you to be competitive." She has married me, so she doesn't have to work so hard at all.

"I am not competitive, this is my job, it is my job, I can do it."

Before I could say anything more, my cell phone rang. It was my secretary. I picked up my cell phone and said, "Yes."

"Sir, you asked me to investigate the Compton group and Mr. Andrew before, and I have made a clear investigation."

With an oblique glance at Krista, I got up and went into the study and closed the door. "spill it."

"Mr. Andrew has been looking for someone to look into the bank account of Samuel, the designer of the Cross River Bridge who committed suicide six years ago."

Her father's bank account? Is this what Krista asked Andrew to help him investigate?

I think I saw the construction records of the Cross River Bridge two days ago.

My eyes turned to the door, and now I finally understood Krista's real purpose in marrying me.

"Sir."

On the other end of the phone, Milo's voice drew my attention back.

"Find me a copy of the information Andrew investigated, and remember, don't let him see you."

"Yes."

I hung up the phone. I was lost in my thoughts.

Krista asked Andrew for help because she didn't trust me.

Why didn't she trust me? Did she suspect that the accident at the Cross River Bridge has something to do with the Fischer group?

I got up and went out of the study.

Krista had just turned on the TV and was leaning over, half lying on the sofa. I looked at her sideways, with some doubts in my eyes. Her father's death was caused by his wrong drawings. What can she change now? All the clients are gone. Or is there really something hidden in this matter?

Before she could speak, Krista's cell phone rang.

Krista's POV

I bent over and picked up my mobile phone. It turned out to be a call from my college friend Echo.

"Echo."

"Krista, are you all right? What's wrong with your mother? Is she crazy? Quickly take a look at the headlines of the day."

I hung up my phone and opened the news of the day.

When I saw my mother on the news, my whole heart seemed to be pushed into the abyss.

Cheney's POV

I saw something was wrong with her expression. I leaned over and glanced at her mobile phone screen, and I couldn't help frowning.

Krista's mother came out to accuse her of robbing Zaniyah's fiancé and ruining Zaniyah's life, saying that the Brennan family raised snakes and raised Krista but was bitten back by Krista.

I looked up at her again.

Seeing her blank eyes, I noticed that it was a little distressed. She was silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up, turned and went into the bedroom with her mobile phone.

I got up and followed to the bedroom door.

The door was not closed properly. I stood by the door and saw her go to the windowsill, with her weak hands supporting the bay window and hanging her head.

After a while, she picked up her cell phone and dialed.

Krista's POV

"Why are you doing this?" I almost exhausted all my strength and questioned her.

On the other end of the phone, my mother said lightly, "Krista, you did something wrong. I taught you since you were a child that if you do something wrong, you must pay for your actions. You robbed Zaniyah's fiancé, and she lives in pain every day."

"She lives in pain every day, and you all see it in your eyes. What about me? I live in pain, too. Have you ever pitied me?"

"Krista, if you are wrong, you are wrong. Don't argue irrationally."

"Wrong? Have I ever done something out of line since I was a child? Have I ever hurt anyone? Never. After Dad left, you knew how much I missed him, but you didn't allow me to mention him. You know how reluctant I am, but you forced me into the Brennan family with you. Everyone praised Brent for his actions, saying that he repaid evil with good, and that he stepped on my father's shoulder and became a great man. Zaniyah robbed my boyfriend and yelled at me, but you cried and begged me not to go against the Brennan family for you. I've been in the Brennan family for six years, six years, you know what I've been through, you know what I've been through. "

The other end of the phone was silent for a long time. "You...have always been my pride and a brave child."

"Brave, don't you have to bear the hurt? Mom, I am not afraid of being hurt by others, but I am afraid that when I look back, I will find that you are the one who stabbed me in the back. Why do you have to treat me like this? You can be tolerant of other people's children, but why are you so cruel to me? I am your daughter."

"As long as you go to the media and apologize to your sister, your sister will forgive you. After that you will still be my most clever daughter. If you do something wrong, you should pay the price."

I raised my hand to dry my tears. "I was wrong. I thought about it so well. It turns out that not all mothers in this world will love their children. Thank you for letting me know how painful it will be to be abandoned by my biological mother. In the future, I will never let my children suffer this kind of pain."

After saying that, I immediately hung up the phone. I am looking at the white wall, but I can’t even cry, I feel nothing. 

Cheney's POV

Hearing the conversation between her and her mother and seeing her fight back her tears, I can't help feeling a little distressed. Walking to her side, I squatted down and held her in my arms.

She closed her eyes, pressed her face to my chest, and put her hand around my waist.

"Krista, tell me, what is the reason why you would rather go against your biological mother than want me?"

I very much hope that she can be honest with me. If she gives her reasons, her suspicions about the Fischer group and even me, I will do everything I can to help her.

But she took her eyes away from my face and made no answer. Her resistance made me a little annoyed.

She has been forced by her own biological mother to become a well-known mistress who robbed her sister's fiancé, but she is still unwilling to open her heart to me.

In her eyes, I am an untrustworthy person, so she doesn't share her secrets with me, and she won't ask me for help when necessary. In her eyes, I am not as good as Andrew, an outsider!

"Krista, answer me."

She got up. "I have nothing to say. Tonight's news is my own problem. I will solve it and won't drag you down." She got up and walked to the bedroom.

I clenched my fist, and my heart was in pain. Have I ever worried about being dragged down?

I got up, stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.

"I'll take care of your mother's affairs, as long as you make it clear."

"I don't need it, Cheney. Let me go and don't touch me."

Don't touch her? I yelled in my mind.

"Krista, it seems you've forgotten your duty. It's time for me to remind you." I picked her up and brought her directly to the sofa. I leaned closer to her.

Ignoring her struggles, I want her to fulfill her obligations as my wife.

After that, she got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

When her hand touched the bathroom doorknob, I said, "You didn't mean it when you pandered to me in bed that night."

When I saw her pause, my heart was completely clear.

I've been thinking these days that when I came back that day, she had finished cooking at home. For so long, she was not allergic, but when I was going to do that with her, she was allergic.

The timing is so coincidental, which makes it difficult for me to doubt it.

It can be seen that she suffered. I comforted myself, maybe I was thinking too much. How could someone be stupid enough to hurt herself?

Tonight, her resistance was so obvious that it was clearly from the original intention, so I couldn't deceive myself any more.

"There is no mango allergy, that's what you designed long ago. What have you done to yourself?"

Looking at her back, I continued, "You did a good job of flattery, saying that taking medicine will be bad for children. In fact, you have to give birth to my child, so you will secretly take medicine behind my back.”

She looked back at me. "I didn't take my medicine. Believe it or not."

She pushed open the bathroom door and went in.