Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 75

Paula held my hand with a pained expression, "Melinda, look ahead. I won't tell you that a good man is waiting for you.

Lawrence is indeed bad, and you might have had a shadow from your experience with him. But it was his mistake, and you don't need to punish yourself for it. We shouldn't trap ourselves. Just follow your heart and let things happen naturally. If you really fall for someone in the future, don't hesitate."

"I know!" I squeezed Paula's hand back. "Don't worry, I've been through life and death, and I've become more open-minded."

Paula nodded but couldn't help voicing her doubts, "Although it seems unlikely.

But why is Christopher helping you so much? If it's because of your parents, he doesn't need to go to such lengths.

But then, if you say he likes you, he's so cold to you, never showing his true emotions. Truly powerful people are like that, hard to read."

"Alright, stop thinking about it. There's absolutely no chance of what you're guessing!" I ruffled Paula's hair.

Paula quickly protested, saying nothing more.

I remembered something important and said seriously, "There's something I need your help with."

"What is it?" Paula asked, looking at me.

"You must have seen the live video. Lawrence said the child wasn't his, that there was someone else that night. I originally planned to wait for him at home, but he was called away last minute. I thought I could meet him after he finished, especially since it was Valentine's Day, a rare occasion. So I took the initiative to find him, and he gave me the room number and password. Can you investigate through the surveillance footage?"

Paula frowned, "The hotel you went to is a star-rated hotel, and they do a good job of protecting privacy. It might be difficult to check, and it's been so long. I don't know if the surveillance footage has been overwritten. This requires a professional, maybe Vance. Let's see if he can do anything."

I nodded, knowing the difficulty, "I'm not demanding it, just do your best! I know it's been a while, but based on the timeline, the footage should still be there. If we can't find it, it's okay. Since it happened, there will always be clues."

"This matter..." Paula hesitated but still said, "Can you get Lawrence to tell you himself? Didn't you say you suspected Clara set you up? She must know. Can you start with Clara?"

I had thought about it but ultimately dismissed it, "I tested Lawrence, and he doesn't know either. As for Clara, I'm not sure if she did it. Even if she did, since she wanted to set me up, she wouldn't easily tell me who it was. And how could I trust that she would tell me the truth and not just point to someone randomly to get back at me?"

Paula thought what I said made sense.

"I'll talk to Vance about it and see if he can help investigate."

"Okay!"

Before leaving, Paula looked at me and advised, "Melinda, it's actually a blessing in disguise that the person that night wasn't Lawrence.

After all, even a stranger is better than Lawrence, who is a scheming bad man. After all, is there anything more insane and unacceptable than a biological father killing his child?"

I knew Paula was worried about me, so I nodded, "That's true."

Only then did Paula leave with peace of mind.

The once lively hospital room suddenly became quiet.

I was a bit tired of lying down. Although I still felt some pain, I wanted to get up and move around a bit.

So I got out of bed and stood by the window, looking at the scenery outside.

Outside, the green leaves were lush, swaying gently in the breeze. In the distance, the sun was setting, casting a faint glow on me, on my face.

It was peaceful and beautiful!

It felt like I was about to embrace a new life.

"Your body just recovered, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice spoke beside me.

I turned to look at the person.

In my mind, I couldn't help but recall what Fallon had explained, "Ms. Turner, did you know that Mr. Collins asked my teacher, Mr. Cook, to handle your case?

I always thought you knew. I didn't expect Mr. Collins to keep it from you, which is quite surprising.

But your case is quite complicated, not just a simple divorce case. It involves criminal and economic issues. A regular divorce lawyer might not be able to handle it.

But Mr. Cook is different. He's a top figure in the industry, specializing in criminal and economic cases. If Mr. Cook can't handle this case, no one else can.

In this regard, Mr. Collins asking Mr. Cook to take the case is indeed very helpful for you.

However, Mr. Cook usually takes on big cases. He rarely takes on cases like yours, which are troublesome and involve little money. It was only because Mr. Collins intervened that Mr. Cook agreed to take it."

I naturally knew what kind of cases a top lawyer like Jason would take on.

So at first, I thought it was Paula who introduced him. I was not only reassured and happy but also a bit shocked. That's why I exclaimed, "Paula, you're amazing. You have such a wide network now, knowing Mr. Cook and even getting him to help."

Now, seeing Christopher's face.

Handsome and distinguished, with sharp features, it was clear he was a very decisive person.

His deep-set eyes, when not smiling, looked profound and intimidating.

Dressed in a dark blue shirt and casual trousers, he exuded a sense of detachment.

Christopher, just standing there, could draw everyone's attention, making him the center of focus.

Wherever he was, that place became the center. This innate nobility was impossible to ignore.

But why was he helping me?

Was it just because my parents took him in for a while?

And it happened more than once.

Christopher saw me standing by the window, not moving.

His brows furrowed with a hint of coldness, his eyes showing displeasure, "Get back to bed. Do you think your body is fine?"

I knew he meant well. Although his words were harsh, I obediently returned to bed.

"Don't be mad. I'm very obedient."

I behaved very well, sitting back on the bed, and looked up at him, "I heard Mr. Cook was invited by you to help with my case. Thank you."

Christopher met my sincere and clear eyes, his emotions surging.

His tone remained as cold as ever, "No need to thank me. I did what I had to do."

I didn't understand and looked at him blankly.

Christopher seemed exasperated by my gaze. He replied coldly, "I promised your parents to take care of you. I'm just fulfilling my promise to them!"

"Really?"

I blurted out.

This had been a lingering doubt in my mind, so it slipped out.

After saying it, I felt my question might have been inappropriate and wanted to explain.

Christopher's sharp gaze suddenly softened, looking at me intently, "What else do you think?"