Deep Love Hidden From Him

Chapter 151

"Your hand is still bleeding," Christopher said. He grabbed Everleigh's arm and put the alcohol swab on the wound again. "Press on it for a while."

When he looked up, he shook his head slightly as if to remind her of something.

"I'm really sorry, Dr. Trevino," Wilson's voice came from the opposite side. "You're also injured. The Godfrey family will visit you to show our gratitude some other day," he continued.

Everleigh forced the corner of her mouth upward and said, "No worries."

Because the police were going to lodge a report later, Wilson didn't gather information about what happened from Everleigh. After leaving his contact information and repeatedly saying that he wanted to thank her, he went to the ward to accompany his wife and children.

After he left, Everleigh cooperated with the police to explain her side of the incident.

"Miss Trevino, was the car on the beach yours?"

When he asked this question, Everleigh hesitated for a moment and denied, "No."

She said as the police officer gave her an interrogative gaze, "After we escaped from the kidnapper's car, it was the young president of the Godfrey Group, Theodore, who saved us."

The two police officers on the other side looked at each other, and one of them jotted down the word "Theodore" in his notebook.

"What's your relationship with Theodore?"

"Ex-girlfriend."

The two police officers looked at each other again.

One of them asked, "Why was Theodore on the beach?"

Everleigh frowned slightly.

"You should ask him," Christopher's voice came from the side. Obviously, he was a little unhappy. He continued, "My wife was frightened. If you're done with your questions, let's call it a day."

As her husband, Christopher had the right to stay and listen.

The policeman was stunned for a moment, then he held up his cap and said, "That's all for now. If there is any progression later, we may need your cooperation, Dr. Trevino."

"Okay," Everleigh replied. She nodded and watched them head out.

The door of the office closed softly, and the room became quieter.

Christopher pulled out a chair and sat opposite Everleigh. "I thought you would have kept Theodore's involvement from them."

Everleigh had a bottle of mineral water in her hand, and her eyes were calm. "His car was there. I can't hide it from him. It's better to be honest than to make the situation more complicated."

"If I hadn't interrupted, how were you going to explain to the police?"

"I don't know," Everleigh looked up at him. "I might tell the police that I know nothing."

It was true. She didn't know how Theodore ended up being there.

But she could guess it.

This was not the first time Madison had gone after her. Theodore was fully aware that Madison would do something to her behind his back ever since the paint incident.

Since he firmly said there would not be a second time, Theodore must have been paying attention to Madison's every move, especially those that involved Everleigh.

Therefore, it was not difficult to explain how Theodore got the news first-hand and came to save Everleigh. The news he got was not how Everleigh or Hansen got kidnapped, but Madison sending someone to kidnap them.

Looking at Everleigh's calm and determined look, Christopher had a complicated look on his face, "I really don't know if it's good or bad for you to be this calm now."

"What's wrong? Aren't you worried that I would fall into the trap? Shouldn't you be at ease now?"

"At ease?"

Christopher glanced at Everleigh and said, "You've got yourself tangled with the Godfrey family even more. It would be strange if I could be at ease."

Everleigh took a sip of water as she seemed to be thinking about something. "Is this why you didn't let me tell the truth earlier?"

Christopher prohibited her from telling the whole truth to the police. For example, the kidnapper's targets were her two children and not Hansen, and he did not let her and Wilson talk about it.

"Kind of," Christopher let go of his grip and placed his hand on the table behind him. He stretched his shoulders and neck, and said in a relaxed tone, "The more chaotic the Godfrey family is, the better it will be. Even if there is someone who is coming straight at you, you can pretend you don't know. It's not new news for Yvonne and Madison. We're just lacking a trigger. If you don't believe in it, you can look into it later."

Everleigh frowned and wanted to say something for Yvonne. While thinking about the fact that she had been able to stay with Wilson for more than 20 years, it was absolutely impossible for her to

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"Just wait and see. The night is still long. I'm afraid some people won't sleep well tonight." Christopher said. He held his arm and continued, "I have to go for my rounds, so I'm going to head off."

Everleigh replied absent mindedly. She was in a daze.

She asked herself. She was moved when she saw Theodore was coming to save her on the beach. However, after calming down and analyzing the incident, the feeling vanished.

After all, what happened today was because of him.

Yoreast Hills Garden.

In the living room of the Northern Hills Garden villa, as Christopher expected, someone stayed up all night.

"Clank!" The expensive, ancient porcelain vases shattered into pieces on the ground.

"Idiots! How could they be so stupid? Not only did they kidnap the wrong person, but they also had the audacity to use his life as a threat. How could they blackmail the Godfrey family?"

She was dressed in silk pajamas. She stood in front of the couch and her face was as gloomy as ever.

The butler, who was standing on one side, said subserviently, "They are just good- for-nothing characters. It's really hard to control them. Back then, I've also given you advice but you..."

Staring straight at Mrs. Godfrey's cold face, the butler quickly changed the topic and said, "Fortunately, one of them ran away, leaving the seriously injured one in a coma."

After the kidnappers talked to Yvonne, they set the location for the drop. One of the kidnappers who went to the location realized that something was wrong and ran away. The other kidnapper who looked after the hostages was seriously injured and was in a coma.

"It's best if you don't wake up," Mrs. Godfrey said. She knitted her eyebrows, and with a cold face, she continued, "If things go on like this, how are we going to clean up the mess left behind? The evidence should die along with him."

The butler wiped away the sweat on his forehead helplessly and said carefully, "Little did we expect that Young Master would get involved. It's a little difficult to hide it from Master. Even if we want to dissociate our relationship, it won't be easy to do so."

Upon mentioning this, Mrs. Godfrey got even angrier. She threw a set of porcelain cups on the table and said, "You b*stard!"

The porcelain was smashed on his feet and the butler dared not dodge. "Madam, what are you going to do next? I think you'd better stop. When Master finds out..."

"Finds out?" Mrs. Godfrey raised her eyebrows and snorted. "How would he find out?"

"You mean..."

Mrs. Godfrey tidied up her pajamas and sat on the couch again. She picked up the only teacup left on the tea table and took a sip of tea. She said thoughtfully, "Dead people can't speak."

She looked up at the butler and retorted, "Isn't the one lying in the hospital heavily injured

and unconscious?"

After she said that, her light voice echoed in the enormous living room. The butler was startled and felt a chill on the back of his neck. His heart suddenly trembled.