Chapter 92. We Must Get Divorced

It took Estelle a while to understand what he meant. Then she asked eagerly, “That is to say, you will come to see me in the daytime with the identity of a stranger, right?”

“Not exactly. Maybe we are not strangers.”

Estelle bit her lip and thought,

‘Does Mr. Mysterious means that we know each other?’

“Estelle, the truth you have longed to know may not be what you expect, but something that will make you painful.”

“I see. Sir, thank you.”

After the two of them ended the conversation, Rebecca hung up the phone and gently put it beside Estelle’s pillow.

“Estelle.”

“Huh?”

“Cristofer is outside. You were in a coma for three days, and he has been waiting outside. Do you want to see him?” Rebecca said.

Estelle shook her head and said, “I don’t want to see him anymore. We’ve signed the divorce agreement. Next, I’ll entrust a lawyer to help me go through the divorce procedures. I hope that when I pass away, I’ll be a free person r