A Second Chance with the CEO After Divorce

Chapter 111:

Cat meat…

At those words, Belinda collapsed completely.

Her mind shattered in an instant. With a wild look in her eyes, she lunged at Cathy, her hands clawing at Cathy’s throat. “Explain yourself! What are you cooking in that pot? Tell me! Is it my Fluffy? If you’ve got a beef with me, take it out on me! Why take it out on a defenseless cat?”

Cathy had only meant to provoke Belinda with her words, but the ferocity of her reaction left her genuinely shocked.

Her face drained of color, and she grappled desperately with Belinda’s hands, seeking help. She turned her pleading eyes toward Kristopher, gasping, “Kristopher…”

With swift strides, Kristopher was at their side, pulling Belinda’s hands away. “Let her go, Belinda!”

Belinda glared at him, her voice tinged with anger. “But she killed my Fluffy!”

“Cathy was just kidding around. She’s not capable of that!”

Kristopher’s expression was stern as he responded, “Cathy’s a gentle soul, hardly able to grip a knife properly. How could she possibly harm Fluffy? Just calm down.”

Her initial fury subsiding, Belinda paused, struck by his words.

She had been foolish.

Even if Cathy had harbored any ill will towards Fluffy, she certainly wouldn’t have carried out such an act herself… let alone cook the evidence.

grip she had on Cathy’s

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utter the words “I’m sorry,” a glint of spite flashed

movement, Cathy shoved

floor, and Belinda was

shove, Belinda tumbled backwards down the

“Belinda!”

instinctively reached out to catch

slender frame cascaded down the staircase, coming to a harsh stop at the

“Belinda!”

chill

down the

“Kristopher…”

Cathy clutched her neck and crumpled to the floor with a heavy thud. Her voice quivered as she gasped, “My stomach hurts so much. I can’t breathe… It

his gaze

was slowly rising from the

Cathy lay sprawled, her complexion ghostly pale, looking as

Kristopher’s brow furrowed and he turned back upstairs. He gently lifted Cathy from the floor

as though every organ in her body had shifted, her head spinning as if

the handrail,

up at the scene above, a sneer curled

down the stairs, yet there Kristopher stood, cradling Cathy with such concern that one might think Cathy was

“Kristopher…”