Chapter 140
Chapter 140: Kristopher paused for a moment. After a brief silence, he exhaled deeply and moved back to Cathy’s side, carefully smoothing a crease in her blanket. “Why do you ask that all of a sudden?”’ Cathy’s eyes were wet with unshed tears. “I’m a patient too. You actually want to leave me alone and go with her”¦”’ She bit her lip, her gaze fixed on him. “Kristopher, who matters more to you, me or Belinda?”’ Her voice wavered with emotion, yet she made no attempt to lower it. Out of reflex, Kristopher’s eyes darted toward the hallway. Belinda, who should have been on her way to the elevator by now, was standing by in the corridor with her back to them, seemingly occupied with something he couldn’t discern. A twinge of unease settled in Kristopher’s chest. Cathy’s words were loud enough. Belinda probably heard them. And there she was”¦ Was she genuinely feeling unwell, taking a moment to rest against the wall, or was it something else? Was she lingering there, waiting to hear his response, just as Cathy was? A cold smirk crept onto Kristopher’s lips. Hadn’t Belinda declared she no longer cared about him and wanted a divorce? Why then, did she seem so eager to know where she stood in his heart? A cold smirk formed on his lips as he contemplated. “Cathy, do you recall the promise I made when we met again after all those years?”’ Your source of stories: Cathy paused, her expression uncertain for a moment before her eyes lit up. “You told me then, apart from your family, I was the most important person in your life!”’ “That’s right.”’ Kristopher’s gaze drifted past her, fixing on the figure of Belinda leaning against the wall in the distance. “And that hasn’t changed.”’ Belinda’s frame shuddered subtly as Kristopher’s words echoed in her mind. She then took a tentative step and began her slow walk toward the elevator. Watching her, Kristopher didn’t feel the joy he might have expected. Instead, a suffocating sensation gripped his heart, as if it were wrapped in plastic wrap. “So, Kristopher, you’re saying I matter more to you than Belinda does, right?”’ Cathy’s voice grew loud with excitement, almost as if she wanted the whole world to hear her. “I knew it! You care about me the most!”’ Meanwhile, Belinda, with her feeble steps, reached the elevator and stared at the changing numbers on the display. She had harbored feelings for Kristopher for many years, and despite Cathy’s pointed question, a sliver of hope lingered in her heart. Yet, even without the affirmation she yearned for, the pain in her heart barely stirred. Everyone knew Kristopher favored Cathy. Belinda had come to terms with that reality. Moments later, the elevator arrived. Gathering her composure, Belinda stepped inside and hurriedly pushed the button to close the doors. Just as the doors were inching shut, a thin, pale hand wedged itself into the opening. The doors slid open once more. Belinda’s eyes widened in surprise as she saw the man in black standing there. Wasn’t he just getting cozy with Cathy? Hadn’t Cathy wanted him to stay by her side? How had he appeared here? Kristopher stepped into the elevator, positioning himself close to Belinda. The subtle scent wafted from him, prompting Belinda to edge away. She knitted her brows, puzzled. “Weren’t you supposed to be looking after Miss Miller?”’ Kristopher pressed the button for the second floor. “I told you I’d bring you back and do what I promised to do on the way.”’ He gave her a sidelong glance. “Why? Aren’t you eager to watch me erase those photos yourself?”’…