Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 86

"You've figured it out, that's good. My investigation wasn't in vain!" Christopher looked at me deeply.

A strange feeling surged in my heart, making me inexplicably afraid to meet his gaze.

I slightly averted my eyes, then sighed softly, feeling a bit emotional, "From the results of the investigation, I somewhat understand Clara's motives for everything she did."

"Hmm?"

Christopher didn't seem to notice that I had averted my eyes. Hearing my words, he raised his nasal voice slightly, seemingly curious.

I seemed to talk to myself, "Maybe she thinks that all the tragic things that happened originated from my father abandoning Renee back then, causing her to lose Renee from a young age and not have a normal, healthy family.

If Kyle hadn't cheated on Renee back then, maybe she wouldn't have gone out with Alfred, wouldn't have had the car accident, and Alfred wouldn't have gone mad from the blow of becoming disabled and tortured her.

She always blames fate for everything bad, thinking it's someone else's fault, that others owe her."

Christopher frowned, "And what do you think? Are you feeling soft-hearted? Do you think it's your and Kyle's fault too?"

"How could that be!" I immediately retorted.

"If what happened between my father and Renee back then was true, my father was definitely wrong, but it wasn't a mistake made by one person alone. Renee insisted on giving birth to her, isn't that also a mistake? Actually, everything was the result of everyone making the choices they thought were right at the time.

If life were to be lived again, perhaps the choices would still be the same.

But I believe that no matter what choices are made, they shouldn't be based on hurting others."

I said everything I had in my heart in one breath.

For some reason, the knot in my heart and the anxiety caused by Kyle's mistakes seemed to dissipate a lot at this moment.

Only then did I notice that Christopher was staring at me with a deep gaze.

I coughed lightly, feeling a bit embarrassed, "That's just what I think. If you think it's not quite right, just say so."

Unexpectedly, instead of his usual sharp words, there was a few slightly refreshing and magnetic laughs from Christopher, "You've grown, not bad!"

I could hear his praise, wanting to laugh, but also feeling like crying.

The price of growing up is indeed painful!

Suddenly, I remembered something, "Christopher, do you think Lawrence knows that Clara is using him?"

Christopher looked at me, "You're still concerned about whether he knows he's being used?"

I shook my head, "Of course not. I just think Lawrence is somewhat pitiful. He thinks he's latched onto a new rich girl and believes that by getting rid of me, he can become an upper-class person, jumping social classes. Little does he know, the one he likes is not a rich girl, but a venomous snake using him.

And he probably still doesn't know, otherwise, he wouldn't still be immersed in the fantasy that Clara loves him deeply and wants Clara to find a way to get him out of prison."

Christopher's expression darkened, his tone seemingly disappointed, "You're still sympathizing with him at this point."

"Christopher." I felt that Christopher misunderstood me, suddenly grabbing his wrist and asking excitedly, "Do you think my father's medicine being switched could really be related to Clara? Unfortunately, when I just saw Clara, I asked her, but she didn't admit it!"

But I still felt that Clara was intentionally leading me.

Christopher's gaze fell on my hand holding his wrist.

I noticed his gaze.

I quickly let go as if I had been electrocuted.

What's wrong with me? Now I don't even know if it's because I absolutely trust Christopher that I have no defenses against him, so I have these habitual actions when I'm emotional.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to, I was just a bit emotional."

"Mm, it's okay!" Christopher's expression remained unchanged, not minding my actions, and instead said, "Since you suspect, start with Lawrence as a breakthrough and ask him."

I nodded in agreement with Christopher's suggestion, "Then I'll go see Lawrence tomorrow."

"Okay, but I'll go with you, and Jason too." Christopher added.

I looked at him gratefully, thinking his suggestion was spot on.

Clara is cunning. If I want to get anything from her, directly asking is impossible.

Moreover, starting with Clara is not easy either.

Although Avery and even the Simpson family mostly dislike Clara, she has a doting uncle, Elliot, and her publicly known identity is that of a Simpson family lady. A family with such a deep foundation as the Simpson family cherishes their reputation the most. If she really did something, the Simpson family would find ways to exonerate her.

Otherwise, considering human nature, Evan wouldn't have taken all the blame without a struggle. That wasn't something Clara could have managed; it must have involved the Simpson family.

Now, with my limited abilities, investigating my parents' car accident, the death of my child, and even the drugging incidents, each one would be difficult to investigate.

The only way is to start with Lawrence and see if I can get any information from him.

Christopher probably feared I would overthink, so he comforted me while driving me back, "We'll know everything once we see Lawrence. Don't overthink."

"Okay!"

My nose felt a bit sour, not from sadness this time, but from being touched.

I realized that I seem to cry a lot lately, especially in front of Christopher.

To prevent him from noticing, maybe he wouldn't laugh at me, but I just felt embarrassed, I quickly took out my phone and messaged Paula to distract myself.

Me: [Come over to my place for a drink later.]

Paula: [Okay, wait for me!]

Paula, my best friend, didn't ask for any reason when she saw my message and agreed unconditionally. We always had a mutual understanding that no one else had.

Fortunately, I'm not alone.

I am unfortunate and foolish.

But how am I not also lucky? Otherwise, facing this series of blows, I might have already gone mad or perished together with Lawrence and Clara.

Unknowingly, my eyes reddened again.

Just then, Christopher had already driven me to the apartment complex. To prevent him from seeing, maybe he wouldn't laugh at me, but I just felt embarrassed, I hurriedly grabbed my phone and rushed upstairs.

When I reached my apartment floor, I remembered I hadn't told Paula to buy some snacks to go with the drinks.

So I took out my phone to message Paula, only to realize I had taken the wrong phone.

In my haste, I must have grabbed Christopher's phone, which was placed next to mine.

Fortunately, his phone didn't have a password. I used his phone to call my number.

Me: "Christopher, sorry, I took the wrong phone. Wait for me, I'll come down to get it."

Christopher's deep voice came through, "No need, I'll bring it up to you. It's raining."

He explained the reason for bringing it up himself.

He even blocked my words of refusal.

I opened my mouth, wanting to say something.

At this moment, the elevator had already arrived, and I quickly got out of the elevator.

Our elevator is one unit per floor, so as soon as I got out of the elevator, I could see my apartment door.

Suddenly, I froze in place.