Chapter 390. Did You Bury the Baby’s Ashes Here?

It was getting dark, and the temperature began to drop. Cristofer took off his coat and handed it to Estelle. “Put it on in case you catch a cold.”

“No, thanks,” Estelle refused.

“I know you only love Mr. Mysterious and don’t want to be too intimate with me. But Estelle, your health is the most important now. Don’t make yourself get sick. York hasn’t signed the liver donation agreement. You still have a long way to go.”

With her mouth tightening into a thin line, Estelle took his coat over and wrapped it around herself. Then she felt the warmth of Cristofer’s coat and smelled the faint scents of smoke and alcohol. She thought,

‘No wonder your voice sounds like Mr. Mysterious! You smoked again, didn’t you?’

Cristofer then dialed the number of Dr. Stewart and then handed his phone to Estelle.

“My psychiatrist’s name is Dr. Stewart. You can consult her about any mental problems. Take your time. I’ll wait for you nearby. Don’t worry; I won’t eavesdro