Albert was constantly haunted by what he did to Kristina. Her face flashed through his mind nonstop every time he saw the side of Nina's face.
Upon hearing what Nina said, he felt as if Kristina was rejecting him. He felt an inexplicable jealousy infesting his heart.
His Kristina hated him.
Albert explained through his trembling lips, "Kristina is not dead. She is just injured. Noah sent her abroad for treatment."
Nina didn't say anything. She looked at the self-deceiving man in front of her and refused to have any sympathy.
Albert knew that Nina didn't believe him. He slowed down and said resolutely, "I asked Noah. He told me that Kristina is receiving treatment abroad. Hopefully she'll recover soon and come back home. What had happened wasn't my intention. It was all just an accident..."
Just thinking of their quarrel, Albert subconsciously covered his face. The guilt seemed to be so horrific that he couldn't even bear to be seen.
He hardly ever cried because sadness wasn't a part of his build.
Now however, tears streamed down his face. "I just couldn't control my anger. When
ne what animal was going to be thrown in there.
In a few minutes, the door to the storage room was opened again, revealing only a small crack. Something rushed in and swiftly hid away in the darkness.
Before she could identify the creature, she heard a rustling which sent shivers down her spine.
Nina heard Ford talking right outside the door. "What did you put inside?"
Isabella said maniacally, "A snake."
"Just remember, if anything happens to her, Mr. Song won't let you go." Ford always disliked Isabella.
To be fair, she didn't like him either. She said coldly, "The snake isn't poisonous. I just want it to play with her for a while. She won't die."
Ford rolled his eyes and walked away. Isabella closed the door cutting off the last bit of light in the room.
Nina stood against the wall nervously with her hair standing on edge.
Was there really a snake in there with her?
What kind of vile woman would do this?
Nina had a phobia of snakes since she was a child.
It didn't matter if it was poisonous or not, she always turned into a nervous wreck.
She was petrified.
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