My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 237

“These...the children’s ashes are in these two porcelain urns?”Crystal looked at the two black ceramic urns on the cabinet in a daze for a long time.

Finally, she turned to Betty with difficulty and forced a smile.

"Aunt Eisenhower, don't joke about this.I know you don't seem to like the Hopkins family verymuch, but after all, the children are innocent.You can't curse them like this...”

Betty looked grim and solemn, shaking her head without a word.

Crystal's heart writhed in pain seeing her expression.She anxiously took a step forward and grabbed

Betty's wrist.

"How could it be? According to the prenatal examinations, Christina's twins have always been veryhealthy!”

"Auntie Eisenhower, you really shouldn't joke with me like this.”

She looked at Betty's gloomy face and already guessed the veracity, her voice trembling in sobbing."How is it...Where's Patrick? Where's the Hopkins! 1"

With grudge laden in her heart, Crystal snarled and squalled, feeling like she was going to explodein a sudden gust of wrath and shock.

How could such healthy babies be lost so abruptly?

“I told you the Hopkins can't be trusted.Christina has been in trouble for so many days, and withtheir influence in A City, they should have known about this long ago, but they didn't even sendsomeone for a visit!”

Betty's tone was full of resentment when she mentioned the Hopkins family.

As she spoke, she could not help but feel guilty as well, her voice extremely hoarse.

“Christina had an accident, but she didn't have anyone around with her the past few days, only onher own...I only found out when I received a call from the traffic police yesterday afternoon”Crystal's eyes reddened at her words.

"Which ward is she in now? I'll go and see her.”

She had been busy with the interviews for a job recently, anticipating that she could settle downwith a job before Christina gave birth, so that she would be able to squander her salary righteouslyon gifts for her godchildren at their sip- and-see party.

But how did everything turn pear-shaped all of a sudden? Betty picked up a delicate and sturdy bagto carefully put away the two urns of ashes, then she took the elevator with Crystal to the 7th floorof the inpatient department.

The two of them walked side by side, their footsteps heavy and their hearts in a mess.

Walking to an intensive care unit, Betty suddenly stopped her and whispered, “Crystal, go in andaccompany her.Christina is very unstable now, and the doctor said she had to be transferred to thepsychiatry department for examination when she got better after a few days.”

With that, Betty hugged tightly the two urns of ashes in her arms in spite of herself.

“Don’t mention the children to her.I'm afraid she really can't bear it..."

"I see” Crystal replied in a low voice.

Although Christina had always been careless and jaunty, without the least semblance to a tenderlady, yet blood was thicker than water, and she had really looked forward to the birth of herchildren.

She had said before that even if the Hopkins family did not want the children, she would raise themherself.

Crystal skulked in gingerly.

The ward was so quiet that even the sound of the clock ticking could be heard clearly.

Ever the emotional, she could barely stifle her tears at the sight of a battered Christina when shewalked to the bed, her tears trickling down on the floor.

She felt sorry and distressed for what had happened to Christina.

Having known her for so many years, Crystal was clear that Christina had always forborne herselffrom falling prey to cowardice in the face of no matter what, and she had been very resilient andstrong, for she had always tried her best.

“Christina, you have to be strong.Didn't you say you don't like to be worried about...No matter whathappens, it will pass.Don't think too much about it now”

Crystal's words became nasal audibly due to her uncontrollable wailing.She had always been timidand prone to crying.

In most cases, Christina was able to hold back her tears, whereas she was incapable of.

At present, she didn't know how to help Christina except to ask her to be strong and face it.She hadno way to help.

Christina kept her eyes wide open, for she dared not to sleep.

She was neglecting everyone trying to talk to her, only staring at the ceiling with her vacant eyes allday and all night, her face blank, too, resembling a dead doll.

Crystal sniffled and sat down beside the bed with a chair.

She did not dare to sob audibly anymore, only seated beside quietly to accompany her.

Before long, a doctor came to check on Christina.

Crystal didn't know much about her current condition, but the director surnamed Ann seemed to beparticularly concerned about Christina and told her some precautions.

Crystal knew that they were depending on others’ help in the hospital, and seeing that the doctorwas so warm hearted, she was extremely moved and said numerous times of thank you.Occasionally, a nurse came over to hook up yet another transfusion for Christina.

Because of the last attack that Christina had suffered in the ward, Crystal took special care to inspectwhat kind of injection it was before she let the nurse change it.

The nurse had a good temper and answered every question, seemingly not as snobbish as the headnurse Betty had mentioned.

It was not until 7 pm that Crystal finally felt hungry.

She had received a call from Betty this morning and hurried to the hospital, having no appetite forbreakfast nor lunch.

“Christina, the doctor said you could eat some liquid food now.Shall I order porridge for you?”The one in the hospital bed still ignored her.

Crystal knew that she had been relying on nutrient injections for the past few days, but it would bebetter to eat something for her stomach.

After a second thought, she decided to buy an extra whether Christina would eat or not.

She used her phone to order takeout.

Crystal would rather starve herself than leave her side now.

Crystal's lack of special skills and her barely satisfactory appearance and academic performancenotwithstanding, her sincere attitude towards people was genuine and precious.

She wanted to be nice to you, and that was all.

“Crystal, tell me, did I kill them.”

The woman on the bed suddenly spoke, her voice hoarse and choked with sobs.

It was clearly a question, but her tone was affirmative and painfulShe felt deeply guilty and was about to convict herself, deeming that she was the one to blame.

It was all my fault...

“Because of me, because I broke the rules and drove fast ona rainy day: “l was to blame...

“Crystal, I killed my son.l killed them!”

She anxiously rose up from the bed, grabbing Crystal beside and yelping vehemently with the mosthelpless expression.She screamed and kept reproaching herself, feeling utterly terrible She didn'tknow what to do...She could be strong, and she could risk her life...But they were dead, and howcould she reverse the tide? What should she do...

Crystal also cried out when she saw how distressed Christina was.

For a moment, she didn't know what to say to soothe her.

Christina was truly in a hopeless delirium, like those suffering from severe depression, drowning innegativity and despair.

“The children are not dead.”

A figure strode in hastily, pushing Crystal away before she could react.

She was bemused for an instant, and once she composed herself, she beheld the newcomer clearly,feeling slightly familiar with this delicate and cold figure.

“The children are fine.They're not dead...You just have to work harder to see them.Now you need torest.”

His brisk voice was as soft and tender as water.

As if possessing some kind of hypnosis power, his voice actually lulled Christina into slumber toCrystal's astonishment.The slender figure bent and leaned over the bed to gently tuck Christina in.

His blue eyes gazed at the thin and pallid face for along time, then suddenly, he straightened up

and walked out without a word.Crystal glanced at Christina, who had already fallen asleep, then at the outstanding figure, andquickly chased after him.“Derek!”She hurriedly shouted at his back...........