Spoil My Errant Wife

Chapter 255 

Christina was alone at home today.She was drinking a glass of soy milk calmly.

The moment Crystal closed the door and left, she put down her breakfast.

In fact, she had no appetite. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Emotionless, she quickly stood up and walked straight to the small balcony to carry a retractable aluminum ladder into the apartment.

First, she leaned the ladder against the wall on the east side of the small living room, then climbed up and reached out nimbly to dig out a black thumb-sized instrument from a hidden corner of the ceiling.

Then she found three identical electronic devices in the other three corners, which were wireless surveillance cameras.She knew that not only the small living room, but also her guest room and even the balcony were equipped with such cameras.

Except for the bathroom, there were almost no dead corners in this apartment.She didn't look for any cameras elsewhere, as if there's no need.

She threw the four small electronic devices directly into the trash can, placed the ladder back on the balcony, and found a 90*60-centimeter white board, a marker, and an eraser from the sundry cabinet beside the balcony.

Then she sat on the sofa, put the white board which was held by her left hand on her legs, and drew with a marker in her right hand.

Occasionally, she frowned and angrily wiped off all the previous drawings with the eraser, then did it again.

"No, it's not like that" Christina muttered.

With a marker in her right hand, she closed her eyes as if she was forcing herself to recall.

She was quickly drawing a mind map from her memory, as if she was combing through the messy memory fragments in her mind.

But every time she stopped, she looked very depressed and solemn, as if something was not right.

It seemed very quiet in the whole apartment, except for the occasional sound of her rubbing hard against the white board.

Suddenly, there came a crisp ringtone.She was in a daze for a moment, and the marker in her hand fell to the ground.

Then she turned to look at the flashing phone on the TV cabinet.

With great vigilance, she immediately picked up the eraser and rubbed against all the words and illustrations on the white board.She didn't seem to care about the call.

She put the whiteboard on the sofa beside her and bent down to pick up the marker which fell somewhere on the floor just now.She kept bending down to look for it.

Soon, on the left side of the TV cabinet, she found it under the bottom of the pot of the money tree.

Then she reached out to get it.But she hesitated for a moment, with her eyes fixed on a red Chinese knot on the trunk.She picked up the marker and pulled the Chinese knot off.

When she touched it, her expression instantly turned cold.She expressionlessly flipped the delicate palm-sized Chinese knot over, and a mirror appeared.It was another camera.

"How many cameras are there in this apartment?" thought Christina.

This camera was obviously different from the type she had found earlier.

Was it from another group of people? The phone on the TV cabinet kept ringing.

Glancing at the strange caller id, she tightly gripped the red camera she had just found in her palm, as if suppressing some emotion.

She tried her best to pinch it without any expression.

"Who's that?"

She pressed the answer button and asked in a low, hoarse voice.

On the other end came a slightly unfamiliar male voice.

"Hello, this is your attending doctor, Steven."

"You probably couldn't remember me anymore.After your car accident, I was in charge of..."

He felt there's no response, so he wanted to remind her of it by telling her in detail.

As if she had been provoked by something, Christina gritted her teeth and replied, "I know you're Director Ann-"

It was him who performed a C-section on her when she had been sent to the operating room.

How could she forget him? Steven had recognized her unusual tone and asked very patiently, "Miss Dickens, I called you this time just to make a return call.How are you feeling now?"

"Who exactly are you working for?"

Christina said coldly, suddenly interrupting his so-called caring return call.

Either because Steven was shocked by her words or because he didn't recover from his surprise, he paused for two seconds before he said, "Miss Dickens, did you misunderstand something? I was just worried that you would suffer from a mental disorder."

"Mental disorder?"

"Do you want to tell me that the conversation I heard in the operating room was just my imagination? Don't you think I know it?"

She clenched her phone and her face got darker and darker by the memories.

On the verge of breaking out, she roared uncontrollably, "Don't you really think I know it, do you?"

"It's not a car accident.I was clearly not injured from the car accident.I was attacked and knocked out.I heard your conversation in the cold and enclosed operating room.Someone told you to take a video of the operation.I felt you cut my belly with a cold scalpel, and I heard the crying of the baby's birth.I know it all, indeed!"

Finally, her agitated voice became shrill.

"You're all lying to me.All of you!"

Alone in this apartment, she felt countless pairs of eyes staring at her.

And she really hated it.

"I'm not a puppet.I'm telling you, no one has the right to control my life."

She was so angry that the camouflaged red camera, which she kept clutching in her left hand, was thrown onto the marble board.

In an instant, the tiny camera broke apart and splashed out all over the floor.