Chapter 141

Krista's pov

The room was very dark, very dark.

I laboriously climbed up and looked back at him, with unwilling voice. "Now, I can always know why I got such treatment from you."

He sat up, without saying a word, got out of bed, put on his clothes, and left the room.

What the hell. What the hell happened.

I'm really going crazy.

I turned around, retreated to the bedside and turned on the bedside lamp.

At the moment, I just feel sore all over.

I looked at the paper on the ground.

Isn't this the one Cheney was holding just now when he came in? 

I got out of bed, lifted the blanket, squatted down, and picked up the paper. 

My feet were soft when I saw the above information, and I immediately sat down on the floor.

Cheney... Cheney knows everything.

Thinking of what he just said, I played him under his nose, my mood is inexplicably dignified.

I've been looking for the time, but... it's still a step late after all.

Why didn't I expect Cheney to do a paternity test?