Female Novel
Chapter 345
Mrs. Dickens was just worried too much and fainted from hypertension. When Christina pushed the
door open and entered the ward, Mrs. Dickens had already woken up.
"Christina, how's your father now?" Mrs. Dickens asked Christina anxiously.
Christina stood at the head of Mrs. Dickens's bed and looked down at her aged and muddy eyes. She
felt a lump in her throat and did not know how to speak.
Mrs. Dickens grabbed her anxiously. "Christina, your father will be fine. He will be fine."
Mrs. Dickens muttered repeatedly in a hoarse voice as if she was begging, and then she held
Christina's left hand tightly. Now Christina was the only support of her.
However, she was not the daughter of the Dickens family.
Christina lowered her head, and whispered, "Grandma, my father will be fine. Don't worry too much."
Mrs. Dickens, reasonably, knew that she should not cause trouble for them at this juncture. She also
knew Christina very well, who did not have the slightest bit of effeminacy and could not coax or comfort
people, but every word she said was true.
Mrs. Dickens looked at her beautiful face and nodded in relief. "Donald will get through it," She
muttered to herself sadly.
The doctor came in to examine the old lady, and Christina took a step back.
Just then, Betty rushed over and felt relieved seeing Mrs. Dickens had woken up.
Christina motioned to Betty and they walked to the small balcony in the ward.
"Doesn't grandma know anything?" Christina asked calmly.
Betty was bemused.
Christina turned her gaze at the sickbed and took a deep breath. "She doesn't know I'm not Donald
Dickens's biological daughter, right?"
"Right," Betty replied stiffly.
"Then don't let her know."
Christina said firmly, "Never."
Betty, who was thinking that Christina had a cold relationship with the Dickens family, looked at her in
shock.
Suddenly, Betty's eyes were red. Her niece was different from her sister. Though she was spoiled and
willful, she was always kind-hearted.
The Dickens family was in such a mess that if she told Mrs. Dickens that her granddaughter was not
her granddaughter, she would be helpless.
Christina lowered her head and kept silent.
"What are you talking about?" A tall figure walked towards them.
Hearing a familiar voice, Christina immediately turned to look. It was Charles.
Betty was not surprised to see Charles. She looked around as if she was still looking for another man.
But there was only Charles.
Charles noticed Betty's searching eyes and said, "Patrick is outside..."
"Charles, why did you interfere in Carrie's case?"
Christina interrupted him in a hurry as if she didn't want to hear the name, and her tone was angry. "I
told you, the traffic accident concerning Carrie should be handed over to the judiciary according to
formal procedures. Why did you interfere?"
Charles felt guilty in face of her questioning. With eyes widening, he tried to refute but failed.
He stammered, "It was Carrie who hit you intentionally. She's culpable. If the Hampton family
intervened, wouldn't it be too easy for her?"
"Did the Hampton family get involved in this?" Christina glared at him.
Charles looked more diffident. "Cory did make it clear that he would not interfere, but... After all, Carrie
is still the daughter-in-law of the Hampton family, what if they... Anyway, we can't lose. He who strikes
first gains the advantage." The more he spoke, the more diffident he became.
Christina, in a mixed feeling, was enduring something.
Suddenly, she took a step forward, grabbed Charles by the shoulder with both hands, and roared, "Why
do you care so much? I didn't ask you to help me. I don't need your help. I don't need Patrick to care so
much about me!"
"It made my father sick..." Christina was flustered.
Charles was stunned and did not move, nor did he say a word.
Christina let go of him and turned to look at the dark starry sky outside the balcony, looking anxious
and panicked.
"I'm sorry, I don't know..."
Seeing her expression, Charles said weakly. He really regretted it.
"What are you talking about?"
Betty listened, but she couldn't understand what they were talking about. "Christina, didn't you say that
Carrie hit your friend with her car? Why is it your business?"
Christina did not turn around, her eyes glaring fiercely at the cold winter night.
After a long time, she muttered to herself, "It's all because of me."
‘Then why did you give birth to me?'
Knowing that Christina was suffering and conflicted, Betty fell into silence.
Charles broke the silence. "Carrie was induced by Cecilia to take a new type of drug. If Carrie stops
eating it on time, she would be easily agitated, violent, mentally out of control, and seriously endanger
social security when she flares up. Patrick ordered her to be locked up in the mental hospital for safety
reasons. We didn't know..."
Charles only knew that Connie had been trying very hard to get Carrie out. But no one expected that
Connie would go back to the Dickens family to make trouble, and Donald was so agitated that he had a
cerebral hemorrhage.
"I don't know what Connie said, but about Carrie, if you want Carrie to get a lighter sentence, I'll find a
way..." Charles said in a weak voice.
Perhaps because Charles suddenly lowered his profile, Christina looked at him with an indescribable
and violent emotion.
She knew better than anyone that Charles helped her because of Patrick.
Her father was ill not because of the Carrie case, but because Connie brought up her mother. Christina
was so depressed that she couldn't help but vent her anger on the people around her.
"It's none of your business."
Christina regained her composure and turned to walk towards the sickbed.
Charles, in depression, felt that he had indirectly harmed the Dickens family. He followed Christina and
did not dare to make any noise.
The doctor briefly told Christina about Mrs. Dickens's health and then went out. Mrs. Dickens was fine,
but only had some old problems and should pay attention to her own emotions and blood pressure.
When Mrs. Dickens saw Charles, she immediately perked up.
She grabbed his hand as if she had seen a savior. "Mr. Shepherd, I know you have a lot of
connections. Christina's father's illness..."novelbin
"We've got the best doctor here. If necessary, we can send him abroad for treatment. Medical care is
very advanced now."
Charles was very good at coaxing people and said it in a serious manner. After hearing, Mrs. Dickens
seemed to have half settled down.
"We Dickens family only have Christina's father as the backbone. I am really panicking this time. Mr.
Shepherd, you are our great benefactor."
Charles could be said as a friend of all ages, for almost all the children and elders he had met liked
him. Mrs. Dickens held his hand in tears and thanked him repeatedly.
"It's okay. It is what I should do."
Charles was used to dealing with such situations and acted naturally.
"It's indeed true that time reveals a man's heart. Mr. Shepherd, you are so kind. Every time something
happens to Christina's father, you will help us immediately. I really appreciate you."
Mrs. Dickens's old face was filled with sadness. "I used to be a fool who did a lot of wrong things. Now I
really understand. As long as Christina and her father are healthy by my side and our family is reunited,
I don't ask for anything. I don't want those reputations or fame."
Compared to Charles, who had nothing to do with their family, the Hopkins family showed no sign of
offering help.
Charles wanted to say something, but after glancing at Christina, he was lost for words.