Chapter 113
Chapter 113: Marc glanced upwards at Kristopher and called out, “Mr. Cox, have you forgotten? The day you brought Fluffy home, you mentioned he was a bit grubby and needed a bath at the pet hospital, but by then, it was too late, and all the pet hospitals had closed. You asked me to give Fluffy a bath when I found some time.”’ As he spoke, Marc scratched his head awkwardly. “I managed to take him yesterday afternoon when I wasn’t too busy. But right after I dropped him off, I got tied up with some urgent business at work and completely forgot to pick him up. That’s why he ended up staying overnight at the pet hospital.”’ He then looked up at Cathy, who stood beside Kristopher on the upper floor. “Sir, earlier when you called and mentioned Miss Miller”¦”’ Marc paused as Kristopher cut him off abruptly, “There’s no need to worry about the hospital now.”’ With a frown, Kristopher gave Cathy a cold stare. “She’s alright now.”’ Cathy bit her lip, offering a strained smile in response, but remained silent. “Thank you.”’ The words came softly from Belinda as she sniffled and carefully placed Fluffy back into his carrier. With a heartfelt tone, she added, “If it weren’t for you”¦”’ Fluffy could have ended up as stew in Cathy’s pot. Grateful, yet without another glance, Belinda hurried away, clutching the carrier tightly. She had come searching for Fluffy, and thankfully, she was leaving with him safe in her arms. After retrieving Fluffy, she no longer wished to linger. “Sir, this is”¦”’ Watching Belinda depart with Fluffy, Marc found himself momentarily adrift, his gaze turning instinctively toward Kristopher for direction. Observing Belinda’s unsteady exit, Kristopher’s brow furrowed. “Send her back,”’ he commanded crisply. Your imagination takes flight on g’±¯lnÏν𒮒s”¤com Marc nodded in acknowledgment and hastened after Belinda. The villa door swung shut. Now, only Kristopher and Cathy remained in the expansive villa, enveloped in a silence that was both quiet and awkward. Cathy, feeling the weight of the moment, moistened her lips and turned toward Kristopher. “Kristopher”¦”’ “You did it on purpose just now,”’ Kristopher accused sharply, his eyes narrowing as he glanced toward the staircase Belinda had recently tumbled down. “She meant no harm, yet you pushed her.”’ Flustered, Cathy stuttered, “I was feeling rather overwhelmed at that moment”¦ You understand, my stomach cancer”¦”’ “Cathy.”’ Kristopher’s voice cut through the silence. As he turned to face her, his gaze was icy. “Does stomach cancer make it hard for you to breathe?”’ Cathy’s complexion faded to a ghostly white. “I haven’t yet reviewed your medical records from abroad.”’ Kristopher’s brow furrowed as he scrutinized her with a chilling stare. “I’ve secured the world’s top oncologist to treat your stomach cancer, yet your medical records remain elusive.”’ His eyes narrowed, intensifying with suspicion. “Are you truly in the advanced stages of stomach cancer?”’ Shock flitted across Cathy’s face, her eyes widening in alarm. She quickly averted her gaze, her head bowing under the weight of her guilt. “Kristopher, I have no reason to lie to you about this”¦ My medical records”¦ We should have them in a few days.”’ Meanwhile, after Belinda and her dog Fluffy returned home, she collapsed onto the sofa and yanked off her pants. Her legs, a patchwork of bruises from a recent tumble down the stairs, throbbed painfully. She retrieved a medicine box and began to gently dab ointment on the affected areas. Just then, her phone erupted into a ring. It was Marlene. “Belinda, that female patient’s attorney needs to meet with you immediately. They’re proposing a potentially lucrative partnership.”’…