Chapter 547

Chapter 547

Chandler received a call from Crystal. He thought he was hearing imaginary voices.

Her voice was calm. “Come to the outdoor café at 10:00 tomorrow morning, if you can find the time.

There are some things I want to sort out.”

After she hung up, Chandler stood in front of the glass window, staring at the scenery downstairs,

holding his phone. He didn't come back to his senses.

He had just got a new pair of silver-rimmed glasses, and his right cheek was bruised. Yesterday

afternoon, because he misunderstood her going to the hotel with Henry, he fought with Henry in a

fit of anger.

Crystal was furious. He clearly remembered the anger and disappointment in her eyes when she

looked at him.

Chandler knew that he had been a jerk and shouldn't have suspected her of improper behavior with

another man and that he had been too impulsive. He wanted to apologize to her. She used to be

especially soft-hearted and he was used to being forgiven by her. Now, she would not tolerate him.

No matter how many apologies he made, she wouldn't forgive him.

He was staying at a six-star hotel in downtown Paris. After coming out of the police station because

of fighting, he was downhearted. Although he often ran around the world with Charles and the

others when he was young, he had never fought with anyone before. The severe pain of his injuries

annoyed him even more. To him, there were only nightmares in Paris.

He had booked a plane ticket and even thought that he might return home. Everyone had the right

to make their own choices. He didn't want to force Crystal to go back with him, thus making her

suffer again.

He had never been a qualified husband, nor a good father, not even a good son.

He had found it a long time ago that he had been born to serve the Stephenson family. The so-

called happiness was too much to hope for. He did not want to think about it. He had been used to

his current life now.

“She is willing to see me?!”

Chandler was startled.

She had spoken to him in such a cold tone in the police station last night that he thought she would

never contact him again.

“Does this mean she has forgiven me?”

A trace of shock flashed across Chandler's eyes. In an instant, he got thrilled as if he had come back

to life again. After being dejected for such a long time, he finally smiled.

He even called his secretary in the middle of the night and said in a brisk tone, “Telen, my wife asked

me to stay in Paris for a few more days. Refund my ticket. I'll contact you when I decide to return.”

Then he looked out the window again and found the scenery of Paris quite pleasant, feeling

cheerful.

“She is willing to forgive me!” he thought happily.

Patrick had been angered by Christina many times and had offered to make peace with her.

However, Crystal had been pampering him and tolerant of him, and even Patrick was jealous of him.

Chandler was proud of his marriage. As long as Crystal was willing to go back with him, he swore

that he would change and make her happy.

The sky outside the window began to turn gray from dark and gradually became bright.

The morning sun shone on the city. The air was fresh and the streets were crowded with people and

vehicles. The city seemed to come back to life.

Ever since Chandler answered Crystal's phone call, he was so excited that he couldn't fall asleep. He

sat up many times in bed and went to the bathroom to look at the mirror more than once nervously

at his face and clothes.

When he arrived at the open-air cafe an hour earlier, he looked around anxiously and looked down

at his phone from time to time, “She will be here,” he muttered to himself.

However, Crystal used to arrive earlier for their date. She was used to waiting for others, afraid that

being late would cause trouble.

However, time passed. They had agreed to be here at 10:00 in the morning, and now it was 9:50.

Why wasn't she here?

Chandler wanted to call her, but he hesitated.

He sighed. He knew he shouldn't ask for more now. If she changed her mind and didn't want to see

him, he would understand.

However, could it be that she met some bad guys on the way here?

Chandler began to worry. Paris was not as safe as home. What if’ those who harbored evil intentions

saw that she was a weak girl and tried to do something to her, just like the last time she went to

deliver food?

Chandler frowned and stared at the wristwatch. ime drugged terribly.

At 9:59, Crystal's taxi pulled up. She got out of the car and walked straight to him.

When it was almost 10 o'clock, she sat down opposite him.

The moment she appeared, Chandler pushed those thoughts out of his mind and was even in a

daze.

"... You, you're here.” He didn't know what to say and was a little nervous.

Crystal looked calm and just nodded at him.

She looked more like she was meeting a client.

“Your arrival has caused a lot of trouble in my life.”

She got straight to the point. There was no reproach in her tone.

“The child is gone. There's no need to continue our marriage where both of us were suffering. I

hope you can leave me alone.”

Chandler was dumbfounded. This sentence extinguished all his previous hopes.

She didnt ask him out to forgive him but to sever ties with him. Moreover, she had said that his

arrival had disturbed her life.

In the past, Crystal would never say such things. Even if she was wronged and suffered a small loss,

she had said that harmony was more important.

At present, she made him feel very strange.

“I can apologize to Henry in person.” Chandler was a smart man. He had been doing business for a

long time and soon knew what to say.

“I know you're sad about the child. So am I. Ill try my best to make it up to you..."

"What have you done for the child?!”

Crystal held back her emotions and asked him in a heavy tone.

Chandler was surprised again and looked at her.

Crystal then added slowly, without any harsh words, as if she was telling someone else's story,

"When I first knew I was pregnant, you advised me to have an abortion because you were afraid that

Geoffrey wouldn't be able to accept it. After I ran away for a protest, you allowed me to give birth to

the baby outside. Tell me, why should I come back with you to live such a subservient life in your

family?”

She had done it just because she loved him. However, now, she didn't.

Chandler's mind was in a mess. He knew he had wronged her, but she had never complained. When

he heard her talk about the past so calmly, every word hit his heart, making him ashamed.

“Do you know how I miscarried?”

Crystal lowered her eyelids and tried to maintain a steady tone.

“I was touched when you came to the hospital to see me that day, even if you were just coming to

buy me lunch. Halfway through the meal, you answered Erica's call. You left in a hurry without telling

me anything.”

“I know Erica, Geoffrey, and the Stephenson family are more important to you. I've been used to

being neglected since I was a child. I've always been dispensable to you. That's why you feel relaxed

to be with me. I was like a toy to you. When you think about it, you play with it. Who's to blame? I

did it of my free will.”

Chandler had never heard what she had been thinking before, and he said anxiously, “Crystal, I can

explain...”

“I heard you talking to Erica on the phone. You mentioned pediatrics. I was worried that something

had happened to Geoffrey, so I went downstairs to find you...” Crystal didn't give him a chance to

speak. She continued calmly and coldly.

“I was standing at the door of the ward when someone suddenly covered my mouth and nose from

behind and dragged my hair. I cried out of fear and struggled desperately. How I wish you could

turn around and see me...”

“You are only two meters away, in the ward. You're hugging Erica.”

“You ignored me and my child like you had done countless times before. I was dragged to the

stairway and pushed down the stairs.”

“Chandler, do you know how painful I was at that time?”

She felt the sharp pain, and her lower body was bleeding profusely. She had hated him for not

looking back at her and hated herself even more for going downstairs to care about those people

who had been hurting her. She didn't want to put herself in this place anymore.

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