HONEY, Love Me One More Time

Chapter 65: A Mother's Request

Cristofer suddenly understood everything. Then he said, “Gretchen, I said I hated being deceived most.” “Cristofer, what’s wrong with you today? Do you mean that I’m lying to you?” “Gretchen, I’ll give you the last chance. Tell me, did you really see Estelle kill Mrs. Moorsum?” Biting her lower lip, Gretchen became nervous, and her heart beat faster. “Cristofer, is there any progress about the case?” “Answer me!” Cristofer growled. Gretchen was frightened and trembled with fear. “What’s your problem? You scared me!” she said. “You scared me too, Gretchen. I just saw a surveillance video that the investigative officer recovered, and now I feel a chill all over.” “What surveillance video?” Cristofer didn’t answer her question. Instead, he said disappointedly, “Gretchen, you still want to lie?” Gretchen, who still didn’t admit what she had done, said angrily, “I’m telling the truth. Do you suspect that I killed Mrs. Moorsum? I don’t even know her. Nor do I bear any hatred toward her. I have no reason to kill her at all. Cristofer, what did you see in the surveillance video?” “I’ll tell you everything when I find out the murderer,” Cristofer sounded upset. “Will you come back tonight?” Gretchen asked worriedly. Hearing that, Cristofer sneered and thought, ‘Return back? Why should I return? To watch you acting in front of me?’ Then he shook his head with a bitter smile. He had never thought that things would come to this. “No,” Cristofer said. “Gretchen, let’s take a break from our relationship. I want to reconsider our relationship.” “Why? Is it because of Estelle?” “No. My decision has nothing to do with her.” “Then it must be because of Yvonne.” “It also has nothing to do with Yvonne. Gretchen, it’s just a matter between the two of us. I said I

hated being deceived, and this is my bottom line. But you’ve crossed the line.” **** After leaving the hospital, Estelle returned to the Grand Hotel of Hadale City by taxi. It was the first time that she had spent money on taking a taxi since her bank account was frozen. When she arrived at the hotel, she paid the fare and then got out of the taxi. Then she saw a familiar figure at the hotel gate and was surprised. “Auntie!” It was the little boy that Estelle met in the hospital. He was also surprised when he saw Estelle. And he stood up at once and waved at her happily. Estelle thought to herself, ‘This is probably fate.’ She walked towards the boy and squatted down in front of him, asking, “What are you doing here? Have you been feeling better recently?” The boy pointed at the hotel and said, “My Mom is working here now.” Then he shook his head and answered Estelle’s second question, “My illness seems to be getting worse and worse. My Mom doesn’t have enough money to pay the medical fees, so she seeks another part-time job here.” Estelle turned her head and looked into the hotel. Then she saw a young woman cleaning the floor. The woman was dressed in old, shabby clothes, and her hair was entangled and messy. “Auntie, do you still want to hear me sing a song?” The little boy asked. Estelle couldn’t help but clench her bag and said with embarrassment, “Sorry. I have no money to pay for the song.” The little boy held her hand and said, “Auntie, I just want to sing a song for you. I won’t charge you for it.” “Well... Thank you.” The little boy then began to sing, and the song was still Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. His voice was clear and pleasant, and his eyes were as bright as stars. After he sang the song, his mother came out with a bucket and a mop. When she saw Estelle, she was a little surprised and then asked, “Excuse me, Miss, may I ask who I am talking to?” Before Estelle could answer, the little boy excitedly held his mother’s hand, pointed at Estelle, and said, “Mom, this is the kind-hearted aunt I mentioned to you! She gave us a lot of money before!”

Hearing this, the boy’s mother immediately showed a grateful look and said, “Miss, thank you for helping us before. I... Sorry, my hands are dirty, so I won’t shake hands with you.” She looked very haggard and worn. Maybe it was because she had worked all year round that her hands were full of calluses and looked even rougher than a man’s hands. “It’s okay,” Estelle wore a kind smile. The boy’s mother said as the rims of her eyes turned red, “Miss, may I have a word with you? I won’t take up much of your time.” Estelle nodded and then took her to a cafe next to the hotel. It seemed that this was the first time the boy’s mother came to a cafe, and she looked uneasy. “Miss, I may not be able to afford anything here.” “Take it easy. It’s my treat. Although I’m also not as rich as before, I still can afford the coffee,” Estelle said softly. “What do you want to talk to me about?” Without saying anything, the boy’s mother began to sob. Tears dropped out of her eyes and fell on her rough hands. After several seconds, she held back her tears and said, “Miss, could you please do me a favour? I know that we’ve just met, and I shouldn’t have asked you for help, but I have no choice...” “Don’t cry. Tell me what happened,” Estelle said with concern. “I got advanced cancer,” The boy’s mother forced a smile and said. “My son has congenital heart disease. In the past years, I have been working hard and making money to pay for his treatment. Unfortunately, I can only work as a cleaner since I am uneducated. But the salary is too low and insufficient to cover his medical fees.” “Some time ago, I wanted to sell a kidney and contacted a buyer. Originally, we reached an agreement. But before the kidney transplantation, the buyer discovered I had cancer and cancelled the surgery. After all, no one is willing to pay for the kidney of a person with cancer.” Hearing this, Estelle was stunned, and she couldn’t help but sigh with emotion. ‘When I was most helpless, I met the little boy. He was like an angel and sang a song to comfort me. Now the boy’s mother is in her most helpless time, and I happen to meet her. It seems that fateRêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

brings us together to let me help her.’ “So, what do you want me to do for you?” Estelle asked.