My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 338

Christina didn't know what work Charles needed to do in the C City. She hadn't seen him for awhole week since they met last time.

She had intended to go back to the A City, but Mrs. Dickens held her hands and tried to persuadeher to stay a few more days with her hoarse sobbing voice. She couldn't reject her so she hadstayed there for a whole week.

"I don't have too much luggage, so there's no need to see me off. I have called a taxi straight to theairport. "

She picked her luggage up and came out of her room. She saw Betty holding a bowl of lily syrup."There are three hours left. No hurry. Drink this first."

"Remember to check-in, or you'll miss the time again, just like yesterday.”

Betty remembered that she had gone to the airport in vain yesterday and felt like laughing. "Yourgrandma can't bear to see you leave. She wants you to stay here.”

Ever since Donald was ill and in hospital, Mrs. Dickens, who was in her eighties, seemed to havefigured it out. Money was important, but reliable families who could be trusted were moresignificant.

She took the bowl of syrup and walked to the living room to drink. From time to time, she lookedup at the decorations around the house.

It was her home in her childhood, and everything was familiar.

For a period of time, she hated the Dickens family very much. She hadn't intended to go into thehouse when she came back this time. But Betty seemed to let her and the Dickens family resolvetheir previous grudges. She had dragged her into the house. Her grandma had been saying that shehad tidied up her room, just like before.

"You don't like living here, right?" Betty sat next to her and could tell what she was thinking.

"No."

She lowered her head and stiffly took the spoon to stir the syrup. But in fact, she felt their warmthand love.

Betty knew that she liked the syrup. "I'll get you another bowl."

"No, thanks. I'm full."

Betty looked at her with a serious expression. "If you go back to the A City and live alone, there willbe no syrup at all.” Then she persuaded, "Christina, actually, the C City is better for you.”

"Are you still angry with your father?”

"No matter what has happened, no matter how estranged you and your father are, you are a family.But for your father had been rescued in time, you would never see him."

As people grew up, they understood more clearly that nothing in this world counted except for lifeand death.

Christina subconsciously looked up at the stairs.

Her father, Donald, had been living on the second floor since he was discharged from the hospital.He could walk around now. His assistant would send the documents over for him to review. Hewould go downstairs to have meals together with the whole family. At least they had not quarreledwith each other.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Betty's eyes darkened and she said in a low voice, "Actually, itwas not all his fault as for your mother's accident...”

"It's been so many years. Forget it."

She interrupted her. She didn't want to recall those old things.

"I have had a good time by living in the Dickens family for the past few days.” She said calmly andnaturally stretched out her arms. "That's true. It doesn't seem to be as awkward and oppressive as itused to be. It's probably because Connie didn't come back.”

Betty also found it strange that Connie had not returned to the Dickens family for a long time."Your grandma has lost contact with her. It seems that she is busy with something.”

Christina was not interested in Carrie and Connie. She got up and said, "I really have to go to theairport. Grandma went to the hospital to take a physical examination with the nanny, so I have to goout quickly..."

Betty stopped persuading her and took a single-shoulder bag for her. They walked side by sidetowards the door.

"Christina, where are you going? You can't leave!”

As soon as she opened the door, she heard an angry and sharp female voice.

She was stunned. Talk of the devil and he would appear.

Connie wore a white suit and a pair of black Gucci sunglasses, with long hair covering her shouldersFrom afar, she looked like a big star.

However, her fringe was a little messy and she looked a little haggard with her exquisite makeup.She came out from a gray Audi and rushed forward to stop her from leaving.

Betty was a little surprised to see her anxiety.

"Connie, what are you doing..."

Betty said unhappily, but Connie took a big step forward irritably and gave her a shove. "Get out ofhere. Who do you think you are?"

Betty staggered back and Christina quickly held her. She looked up at the stepmother in front of herand said in a cold voice, "Don't let me go? Look at you."

"Connie, don't provoke me, or I'm not sure if you'll die.”

She said these words out of anger, but Connie seemed to be crazy and scolded her angrily,"Christina, you asked Charles to scheme my downfall. I won't let you go.”

Her face darkened. Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed her wrist to drag her into the house,which caused her wrist to bruise. Christina frowned and shook her hand in pain. "What are youtalking about? I don't know..." But she couldn't shake off her hand.

Connie glared at her fiercely, with her bright yellow nails pinching her skin as if she had prepared toperish together. "lI won't let you go!”

"Connie, let go of Christina!"

Betty hurriedly pushed her. Connie turned her head, and immediately grabbed blue-and-whiteporcelain on the cabinet at the foyer and slammed it.

"Bang."

Betty froze in fear and the blue-and-white porcelain shattered into pieces all over the floor.Christina was also shocked. Looking at the fragments on the floor, she tried to use her left hand tomove her fingers. She pinched her wrist with her sharp nails so it seemed to bleed.

She was so annoyed. She had never thought that Connie would be so powerful. Her knuckles turnedwhite as if she was going to break her bones.

"Christina, don't think your karate is useful. I escaped from that smelly and dirty mountain. If I wantto live, I must be cruel and vicious..."

Connie glared at her like a wild animal. She gritted her teeth and said word by word. It seemed thatshe had an irreconcilable hatred for her. Only by flaying and swallowing her alive could she vent heranger.

At this moment, Christina was really frightened by her malicious and cruel look.

In her life, she had not encountered a number of difficulties, so her ferocity really made herfrightened.

"That's enough!"

The sound of footsteps came from the stairs. Donald held the handrail of the stairs and shouted, alittle flustered. "Connie, that's enough! Let her go!"

"Are you worried that your precious daughter will die in my hands?"

Connie looked up at him. There was an evil smile on her attractive face. Then she burst intolaughter, crazily and ceaselessly.

Christina froze in a daze.

Looking warily at Connie beside her, who seemed to be crazy and whose laughter was so arrogant,but a little grievous, she had never heard such a sharp and piercing laughter, like roaring andscreaming.

Upstairs, Donald's eyes were fixed on her ferocious features. Then he ran down the stairs.

"Didn't you say you almost died? How can you run like this at such an old age?" Connie looked athim and viciously cursed. The more anxious he was, the more indignant she became.

They were in the dining room of the Dickens family. They used to put a long knife on the communaltable, which was usually used to cut bread. Betty had been standing at the back and watching forthe proper moment for action. She noticed Connie's glancing at the knife and immediately rushedover to grab the knife. But Connie moved surprisingly fast.

Connie was as agile as a wild cat. She grabbed the hilt of the knife and waved her hand back. Andthe blade hit Betty's palm. Then blood dripped on the clean floor tiles.

"Dare you..."

Christina looked at this scene and immediately was about to punch her on the nose. However, sheevaded the attack and the long knife in her right hand immediately rested on her fair neck.

When the long metal knife touched her skin, fear overtook her. If she struggled a little, her neckwould bleed.

While Connie leaned closer to her ear and told her in a cold voice, "This knife is very blunt. I intendto rub off your blood vessels bit by bit with it... It will definitely hurt...”

Her face was a little pale. She was suppressed by Connie and had no chance to fight back.

"Connie, let her go immediately!”

Donald blushed and ran up to them, but he didn't dare to grab the knife. He was not in goodhealth, panting heavily. "Connie, you swore to me that you would not hurt her again in the future!"