A Second Chance with the CEO After Divorce

Chapter 128:

Kristopher took a drag of his cigarette with a cold chuckle. “I didn’t want to corner you like this; you left me no choice.”

As he spoke, he unlocked the car. “Belinda, head upstairs and apologize now, or I’ll have these photos leaked immediately. The choice is yours.”

Belinda bit her lip, her gaze drifting out the car window as she realized they had stopped at the hospital entrance.

No wonder he chose this spot to smoke and make his threats. What was usually a thirty-minute drive from the Cox residence to the hospital, he had raced through in under fifteen minutes.

His speedy drive was proof enough of how much Cathy meant to Kristopher.

Taking a deep breath, Belinda faced Kristopher with a stern and icy look. “I’ll go upstairs now and apologize to Miss Miller. But…” Her eyes flicked to the phone in Kristopher’s hand. “I expect never to see these photos again in my life.”

“No problem.”

Kristopher put out his cigarette in the ashtray, satisfied. “You apologize, and I’ll delete them right away.”

“It’s a deal then.”

With those words, Belinda took a deep breath, opened the car door, and walked toward the hospital.

room, she noticed the constant beeping of the machines and the flurry of doctors and

any medical supplies or medicine; they just seemed to

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breath, Belinda pushed open the

entwined with tubes and an oxygen mask covering her face. They say chronic illness

her own cancer diagnosis had brought her face-to-face with many seriously ill patients, Belinda could instantly tell upon entering that Cathy was pretending

“Miss Nelson…”

reached out her hand and managed a strained smile. “You’re

“Yep.”

down at her. “I heard that Miss Miller, you weren’t feeling well and that your condition would worsen without my apology. So, I made a special trip just to

face contorted unpleasantly. She frowned, about to speak, but then noticed the man standing in the doorway

“Miss Nelson… I never asked

“Cathy!”

hand. “Do

“No, cough, cough…”

hand, her expression one of frailty. “Kristopher… Please step out… I need to speak with Miss

knit together. “Is that really

he was leaving her alone with