Chapter 138
Chapter 138: Belinda looked up at the phone in Kristopher’s hand, feeling utterly helpless. The difference in their heights and strengths was stark. She couldn’t wrestle her phone back, and reasoning with him seemed futile. With a deep exhale, her voice carried a hint of resignation. “Kristopher, please give me my phone back. I really didn’t take any photos of Cathy.”’ Her tone made Kristopher frown and look down at her. Her eyes were filled with deep exhaustion and helplessness, as if she had been drained of all spirit. His gaze lingered on her, considering her state. He was simply asking for her password to delete a picture from the photo album. Was her apprehensive look really necessary? “Kristopher.”’ Cathy, propped up against the hospital bed, offered a smile. “Miss Nelson might be hesitant to share the password because there’s something in her photo album that you shouldn’t see.”’ While she spoke, she reached out to Kristopher. “Hand it over to me. I don’t have any conflicts with Miss Nelson, and besides, I’m a woman. It’s more appropriate for me to handle this.”’ Kristopher lifted an eyebrow, then acquiesced. “Alright.”’ He passed the phone to Cathy. Belinda hadn’t anticipated that Kristopher would entrust her phone to Cathy so quickly. Her scream was almost reflexive as she darted toward Kristopher and Cathy. Updates loaded at g@lnoνeð’“µs”¤com “Bang!”’ In that instant, as Belinda screamed, Cathy’s hand trembled violently. She failed to grasp the phone securely, and it slipped from her hand. The phone plummeted directly into the basin of water that Cathy had used moments earlier to wash her face, causing water to splash everywhere. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry!”’ Cathy, wearing a look of alarm, instinctively reached to retrieve the phone from the basin. However, whether by accident or design, she not only failed to secure the phone but also knocked over the basin filled with warm water. “Bang!”’ As the basin tumbled to the floor, the phone, drenched and damaged, shattered as it hit the hard surface. Events unfolded rapidly. By the time Belinda grasped the situation, the floor was already awash. Her phone lay in ruins among the spreading puddle, fizzling and emitting wisps of smoke. This phone had been the last gift from Joyce before her tragic accident. Belinda had cherished it for four years. Now, as she gazed at the broken phone with its components scattered around, her heart felt as if it were being sliced by a knife. She crouched down, carefully gathering the remnants of the phone, a dull ache spreading across her chest. “Miss Nelson, I’m so sorry”¦”’ Cathy’s voice was heavy with regret as she leaned against the bed. “When you shouted, it startled me, and my hand just shook”¦ Then, when I tried to pick it up, I was clumsy and knocked over the basin.”’ She bit her lip, her voice tinged with sorrow. “I didn’t mean to do it”¦ What model is your phone? I’ll replace it, okay?”’ Belinda looked up sharply at Cathy, seeing her face marred by what seemed like regret and hearing her timid voice. Yet, Belinda caught a glint of triumph in her eyes. It was clear to her that Cathy was pleased with herself for destroying the phone that held her recording. Clamping her jaw tight, Belinda stared at her and spoke with measured calm, “Was destroying my phone your plan from the moment you insisted on my staying here?”’ Cathy blinked, feigning innocence, yet a trace of satisfaction flickered in her gaze. “Miss Nelson, I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”’…