Spoiled By The CEO: Why The Wife Is Kinda Sweet?

Chapter 693 Knowing the Truth

She opened her big eyes and looked at the director in a daze.

Soon after, the director left. She brought out a few fruit flavor candies for her.

The director said with a warm and kind smile, "Good girl, if you don't cry when you get the injection

later, I'll give you those candies."

She looked at her favorite candies and nodded.

The director then called the doctor over. The shot was painful, but she remembered the director's

words and didn't cry.

She gripped the candies in her hands tightly, as if she were holding her whole world.

The doctor left after the shot. She had other things to do, so she left as well.

She took out a few candies and unwrapped them happily. However, as she was about to put them into

her mouth...

Suddenly, a few children rushed over and rubbed her candies.

Kristina was in a dream; she couldn't hear what the person before her was talking about.

She could only see those children's innocent faces with the ugliest and most fierce expression in the

world.

They pointed at her and kept scolding her, calling her a bastard. They called her a shameless b*tch.

No one could ever imagine that such vicious words came from many children.

In the end, they pushed her onto the bed and then peed on it. At last, they rubbed their candies and

left.

She could only stand there and cry silently.

When the director came over and saw the urine on her bed, she thought little Kristina had wetted her

bed again.

She looked at her with more disappointment in her eyes than last time.

Kristina felt that no one would love her for real.

The director's love for her had been undercut by misunderstandings and slanders.

Her foster parents' love for her was no more than a charity in their spare time.

In her opinion, even Gentry, who had been with her for 26 years, was pursuing her for nothing but his

own persistence on his first love.

She thought he didn't love her; he just had an obsession.

Who had loved her on earth?

The answer could only be Christine.

Christine was always proud and cold, looking at everyone around with disdain. She was so brilliant and

shining like a star.

Kristina faded next to her like any other person.

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matched Kristina best and put them in Kristina's bedroom.

Christine didn't tell anyone about it, not even Kristina.

When Kristina was bullied, Christine would stand up for her and beat the hell out of those people. Then,

Christine would turn around and scold her for being such a coward saying that she was always

disgracing this family.

After all that Kristina had done, Christine still held the last sympathy for her and saved her.

Christine did that without saying anything, and she refused to forgive Kristina.

However, she still hoped that Kristina could survive, although they would have nothing to do with each

other.

Christine was the one who had never hurt a hair of Kristina.

Tears rolled down silently from the corners of Kristina's eyes in the darkness.

Only then did Kristina truly realize what a mistake she had made back then. Her losses were all due to

herself.

However, the past is the past; what was done couldn't be undone.

The next day.

Christine was told that Kristina had flown away from Eqitin.

One of her subordinates told her this. At that time, she was standing in the garden, cutting a flowering

tree under the guidance of a gardener.

She had been fascinated with gardening recently. She felt herself fitting the trimming work so well.

It cultivated her mentally and physically; she had learned more than just gardening from it.

It was intriguing.

For example, the flowering tree before her grew up lushly. It was beautiful, but it also looked a bit

messy.

Now that she had trimmed it and cut off the unnecessary parts, what was left was purely beautiful.

That worked for trees, and so did it for humans.

Nobody was born without flaws.

People went through all kinds of ups and downs together, and they met with their unique rough edges.

They had to keep trimming and planing their rough edge in the future days when they got along with

each other not to hurt the other one.

Finally, when they had planed each other's rough edges, there would only be warmth to feel when they

hugged.

Thinking of that, Christine smiled.

She handed the scissors to the gardener and said, "I see."

After that, she left everything behind and walked into the house.

Chad was reading in his study.

Christine pushed the door open and went in with a plate of fruits in her hand.

Chad raised his head and looked at her. He suddenly stopped upon the glance.

He keenly captured something different about her from how she was days ago.

He looked at the fruit on the table in front of him and asked with a smile, "Leave it to them. Why are you

bringing me fruits yourself?"

Then he took a piece of fruit and put it in his mouth.

The sweet fragrance of fruit filled his mouth, and he narrowed his eyes in joy.

Christine raised an eyebrow and glanced at him.

"What's wrong? Is my service failing you?"

Chad quickly swallowed the fruit and shook his head repeatedly. "I definitely wouldn't dare. It's just that

I don't want you to work so hard."

Christine paused for a moment.

Chad wasn't good at sweet talks. The elder people called people like him a "dull fool".

But it was also because of this that his sweet words sounded very sincere.

She didn't stop. With a trace of a smile in her eyes, she walked behind him and said, "You stay here all

the time. The weather's fine today; let’s go out for a walk."

She said and wheeled him out without his consent.

Chad was surprised at first, but he found there was nothing he could do.

This was how she was like. She hadn't changed a bit after so many years.

She spoke and did everything decisively. Chad was already used to that.

Chad was craving the fruit, so he said, "We can go out, but you have to let me bring the fruit! They

were nicely sliced!"

Christine blushed and rolled her eyes at him.

"You big foodie."

She sounded mean, but in the end, she still brought the plate of fruit over and put it into his arms. Then,

she wheeled him out.

On the lawn in the yard.

Chad was sitting in the wheelchair while Christine was sitting on a carved iron bench.