Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal)
Chapter 553

Chapter 553

Chapter 553

Crystal was stunned when she heard that.

Monique wanted to kill Christy? What reason did Monique have to do this?

But looking at Christy’s crazy and excited look, it didn’t seem like she was lying.

In other words, to this day, she had nothing left and her reputation had been ruined. There was no need to lie at all.

Looking at Christy’s ferocious expression, Crystal was a little afraid that she would pounce on her and bite her. She squeezed her way to Harold’s side and tugged at his sleeve. Only then did she have the confidence to say, “Why did Monique want your life?”

Christy’s expression instantly became very strange.

It was only then that Crystal noticed that Christy was already completely different from the Great Master Bolton whom she met for the first time. She did not put on any makeup, did not do her hair, and her clothes were wrinkled. She looked old and decadent.

It was unknown whether it was because of the death of her mother or the complete destruction of her dream to make a comeback.

“Back then…” Christy raised her head, closed her eyes, and muttered, “It’s not that no one pointed at my nose and called me unfilial, saying that I didn’t deserve to be a human being.”

She suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Crystal. “But I think love needs equal treatment.” These words did not sound like what Christy would say, but when she did, a tear rolled down from the corner

of her eye. She took a deep breath, raised her hand to wipe it away, and said, “She didn’t love me. She only treated me as a container. Why should I love her?”

Crystal felt that these words were very strange, and she couldn’t catch them for a moment. Christy turned to look at the incineration room. She stared at it blankly, as if she was talking to herself instead of Crystal. *… When I was a child, it was my father who took care of me.”

*Mom was always very busy. She had countless meetings, lectures, and orders. Sometimes, I couldn’t see her for several months.” Christy’s lips trembled and she said with a smile, “Dad didn’t seem to be very happy. He always drank late at night, sighed, and then fell asleep in silence.”

“I don’t know what happened to my family. I told Dad that if he couldn’t accept this marriage, he could get a divorce.”

“But he didn’t want to.” Christy’s eyes were full of tears. She cried and laughed. “Do you know why?” Crystal felt that at this moment, everything seemed to have been removed from Christy’s body. She was not the high and mighty Great Master Bolton, nor was she the rat crossing the street. She was like a butterfly returning to its cocoon. When it broke out of the cocoon, it was still the ugly caterpillar, but it was naive.

“He said…” Christy gritted her teeth and said, “He said he loved her! Monique only used him as a tool, but he said he loved her… Don’t you think it’s ridiculous?”

Her fingers were tightly clenched, and her fingertips were almost embedded into her palms. “When I was thirteen years old, my father passed away.”

“He committed suicide.”

Crystal was shocked.

“His depression was very serious, but in order to take care of me, he was not willing to receive treatment. If he was in the hospital and Monique wasn’t home, what was the difference between me and an orphan?” Christy laughed at herself. “But that year, he finally couldn’t hold on. He made me the last dinner, opened the window, and jumped down.”

“From the 15th floor.” Christy gritted her teeth and said, “He jumped down from the 15th floor. I dealt with his funeral alone. My so-called mother only came back from a lecture after he was buried.”

In Christy’s description, Monique seemed to be a very different person.