Chapter 371: The Number Is Invalid

Chapter 371: The Number Is Invalid

At night, Crystal woke up sweating from her nightmare.

The servant somehow slipped down on the carpet and fell asleep by the door.

Crystal opened her eyes in tears. It was dark and still. She looked down at the overlapping lights, her heart aching as if she had been sliced open by razor blades.

She tiptoed out of bed and picked up the phone from the bedside table.

She walked barefoot into the bathroom, sat on the toilet, and stared at the black screen for a while.

A week before, she had lost control of herself and seemed to have unconsciously dialed the number she had branded at her fingertips.

But there came a female voice without feeling:

“The number you have dialed is not in service. Please check the number and dial again. “

Well, the number was invalid.

At that moment, her heart suddenly fell into the ice, and her blood was frozen.

Nathan used to tie her down and hound her, and he wouldn’t let go no matter how hard she fought and struggled with him.

She thought that if she turned around, he would still be there, ready to seize her.

Crystal smiled wryly and comforted herself.

Fortunately, the number was not in service. Otherwise, when she got through, what should she say? What else could she say?

She was so hard on Nathan. She had broken his heart. At this moment, would she say that she regretted it and made everything she had done become a failure?

Fortunately, the empty number gave Crystal another vent hole.

She was afraid of talking and disturbing the servants, so she sent a lot of messages.

Almost every massage, she said she was sorry to him.

“I dream about you again, Nathan. I dream about the day you lived in Villa Beverly and how bad you were to me.”

“I miss you very much. I miss you every day.”

She would also talk about what happened when he wasn’t around. She talked about Carlos.

“I was really scared. I was afraid because of me, a good person’s whole life would be ruined.”

“I feel very useless. I tried to protect all of you, but I didn’t protect any of you.”

“Nathan, I deserve all this pain, right?”

“But Nathan, I’m so tired, I don’t think I’m going to make it. What should I do?”

“Fortunately, your mobile number is not in use anymore. Or I’m afraid I’ll go mad if I don’t say it.”

Crystal was typing on her cell phone and suddenly remembered something. She called until she heard the voice of the cold robot girl.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and her heart sank. She looked out of the window. It seemed to be dawn.

Was he awake?

Was he still dreaming?

Was he still alone?

Would anyone wake up in his arms and say good morning to him?

“Good morning, Nathan. It’s so nice to wake up every day with you and the sun.” Crystal said into her cell phone.

With a rustling sound outside, Crystal quickly put away her phone.

It was the servant who had been sleeping by the door that woke up.

“Miss Smith, are you in there?” The servant patted the door.

Crystal woke up in the middle of the night and stayed in the bathroom for a while. This time, she was talking to herself in the bathroom, which made the servant feel eerie.

“I want to take a bath.” Crystal stood up. “You don’t have to come in. I’ve got the water ready myself.”

If she went out in this state, the servant would see something and tell Eric again.

So, she washed for a while. The servant came in and gave her a towel to wipe her body.

Eric told the servant to do so, and Crystal guessed it.

Suddenly there was a crash of something hitting the ground outside.

Crystal gasped for a moment, then a series of bangs sounded on the floor.

Crystal grabbed her bathrobe and put it on, and hurried out.

Paintings and vases were smashed all over the corridor, scattering everywhere, and even the floor lamps were smashed to pieces.

Crystal looked down the road at the broken pieces and heard the servant shouting from below, “Mrs. Bush, are you all right?”

Mrs. Bush?

Was that Eric’s mother?

Mrs. Bush was running so fast that she missed the last few steps and rolled straight down.

She had a picture in her hand, and the canvas rolled down with her. She crawled to get it.

As soon as the servant came near, she cried violently, “Don’t come here, get out of here, all of you! Amos, don’t do this to me, please.”

Crystal met Mrs. Bush for the first time, but her disheveled hair made her back sweat.

Crystal was shocked.

“My child! Mrs. Bush muttered to herself, her eyes wandering. “That’s right, our child, where is our child?”

“It’s you! You killed our child...”

Crystal could not slow down on the banister.

“Mrs. Bush?” she called tentatively.

She looked carefully at the broken glass at her feet, and suddenly a large hand seized her wrist.

Eric, who heard the voice rushing out of the study, pulled her behind him.

“That’s my mother. She’s ill. Don’t go near her.”

Crystal guessed, from her state of mind, what the illness might be. In a vague way, she had heard some remarks from the servant’s that she had been shaken and that her spirits were up and down.

Sometimes she got emotional, like now, and she would hurt people without realizing it.

At that moment, Mrs. Bush had pushed over a large antique vase near the stairs.

The debris immediately scattered on the ground, some splashing and cutting Mrs. Bush’s hand.

Mrs. Bush became alarmed. She picked up a fragment of the vase from the ground and waved it at her bodyguard, who was about to approach her. “Any of you dare come here! I’ll kill anyone who comes and hurts my child.”

Mrs. Bush stroked her belly and became loving again.

“My dear baby,” she whispered, “Mommy will protect you.”

When all the people saw this, they dared not move forward. They were not afraid that she would hurt them but that she would hurt herself in the heat of the moment.

Eric told Crystal not to go down, and he hurried downstairs, trying to get close to Mrs. Bush.

How did Mrs. Bush let Eric come near her?

Just as he reached out to grab her hand, which was holding the piece, she shook it, and the piece struck hard at Eric.

Of course, Eric did not dare to hurt his mother, so he ran up to her and held her by the wrist. So, it crossed the palm of his hand, and he quickly grabbed Mrs. Bush.

He grabbed his mother in her arms and went upstairs.

Mrs. Bush was held up and still kept trying to reach out.

She shouted, “Let me go, Amos Davis! Let me go! You can’t do this to me!”

Mrs. Bush’s eyes were wandering, and she was holding on to Eric.

“Call the doctor.” Eric had several scratches on his face.

The servant hurried back, and several bodyguards helped open the guest room door. Then they found towels and quickly tied Mrs. Bush up.

‘Who brought her here?”

One of the bodyguards dropped his head and said, “She asked the driver to bring her by herself. She arrived in a good state of mind. But...”

The doctor came and sedated her.